Failing school, heart break.

My pimples will never clear up.

I worry about life in general.

i get so worked up over midterms that i forget what i have learned while im in the exam and start crying… my friends tell me to “stop being so dramatic” i worry about my future because of what happens during exams and that they arent really my friends

That no body like me

About work, my son, my husband, finances and feeling sad and anxious all the time.

the pressure of fitting into the norm

I worry that I will never get better no matter how hard I try. I feel so alone and its the worst feeling in the world.

I’m worried you’ll leave me. You’ll give up on me. Im never good enough. I don’t deserve to be happy. I’m afraid to be alone.

I worry about having to live up to my parents expectations. ” Get 80%, 90%, and 100% in school, nothing less or else your grounded,” “Graduate and go straight to university,” “Become something great like a doctor,” “Be happy, even though we always yell at you for not being good enough,” “Eat healthy and be active,” “Do all your homework even though you have a social life and I make you do a million other things in the run of a day,” “Get enough sleep,” “Never get mad,” “Never yell back at us when we always yell at you,” “Make friends, but not those ones because I don’t like them,” And the list goes on! I’m only a teenager! I can’t be the perfect child like you want me to be!

My parents always yell at me

Everyday I feel worse about myself

I feel as if im the adult and my mothers the teenager. When it should be the pther way around.

I’m worried I’ll never have a relationship, I’m worried I’m not attractive enough

I want to be closer to my parents but they don’t have time for me anymore

Im worried i wont graduate high school

My grades are dropping so much… I try so hard but it’s not good enough

i get worried about a lot of stuff to the point where it makes me physically sick, then i worry about getting sick

Every day I get a message saying how ugly I am and how I do not deserve to be here, guess I kinda agree I don’t know why I’m here, I pretend I’m okay when really I can loose my mind at any point I don’t even know what to do

I’m worried I’m unlovable