I’m worried that I won’t be good enough for anyone, especially him. I want to feel pretty.

My parents comparing me to friends

I’ll break down and won’t be able to get back on my feet

I messed up with the guy I like and now I think he hates me

I’m terrified I am going to be anxious like this for the rest of my life. I can’t deal with this for the rest of my life, havinf anxiety is so exhausting.

I’m afraid that I will never get better, no matter how hard I try.

Im worried that i may lose my job

I worry that one day, the guy who swore he would hurt me will actually find a way to do it.

I’m in love with someone who has a girlfriend. He gives me butterflies anyway.

That when I turn 19 and I don’t have acess to bridges or the janeway I’m just gonna relapse big time

I worry that my parents are going to move our family to a new town so my dad can get a better job and I won’t be able to make new friends because I already can’t make friends in the town I live now

I’m worried the boy I like will replace me

I’m worried that I won’t be the person I am anymore. The past few days have been rough. I just don’t feel like myself.

I sicken myself. I’m repulsed by my appearance, and I really just want to like myself.. Even a little.

I make my boyfriend worry over the things I say and it’s really bugging me

I fear that one day, I will kill myself and harm the ones I love.

im worried about everything, i think i have anxiety, but i have anxiety about telling about my anxiety, so when people ask me why i dont want do do somthing, i say im just shy instead of telling them about my social anxiety. but i am not depressed. I’ve only had about 3 panic attacks in the past 2 years it does not controll my life, i just dont want be mom to think its really bad and worry about me self harming or even suicide, im not depressed. i just dont want people to treat me differant

I’m afraid that someone will destroy my right and make homosexuality illegal again and I’m afraid because then I can’t be myself. I can’t force myself to be straight.

I want the…gold chainz and diamond ringz, but I just can’t live my life like this

I worry that because of the pain people have put me through in the past that I’ll end up being the cause of someone’s suicide. I had someone tell me that they’d kill themselves if I didn’t sent him an explicit video, when I said no, he sent me a video of him attempting to OD. So I had to. People say that if someone blames you for being suicidal then they are only playing a game, I want to believe that but, others have blamed their suicidal thoughts on me and I feel like a monster. I find myself being mean to people without thinking, without trying, I can’t control it. I’ve become a shell of the person I used to be. The guilt is tearing me apart. Today I checked the obituaries to see if an aquaintance killed himself because he miss understood something I had said. I feel like if I could cause pain on purpose then I’d be able to stop myself. But that’s stupid. Today my friend didn’t answer my texts, I thought it was because she was mad at me for saying things to my acquaintance, who is her best friend. So, I skipped out and went home early to cut myself. I’ve only started recently, someone told me it was great so I had to try it. I don’t regret it. I might regret the scars. I’ve started carving my insecurities into my thigh. Things like monster, lovely, evil, fat. … I don’t see myself stopping, even if I want to wear shorts again some day. Other then that I see no point in stopping.