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

My boyfriend flirts with other people but Denys that he does when I talk to him about it and I’m scared I’m going to lose him.

I’m so worried that I’ll be alone forever. I’m always everyone’s second choice and it makes me feel pathetic and unworthy of a relationship

I worry I’m gonna have a hard time in high school

Not wearing a bathing suit because people will see my scars

I’m terrified that my grades won’t be good enough to get into University.

I’m afraid that the U.S. will collapse, the value of the U.S. Dollar will plummet, and that the world will descend into chaos and that when we rebuild, if we do, we will still have the rich in power and corruption will resume under the guise of freedom. Because how are we free if we’re essentially forced to work anyway? How can we let the rich control even our governments and have over half the world’s wealth while it is we who toil to run it? Y’all should all go and watch metropolis on Netflix. You’ll see what I mean, plus it’s a great movie.

I’m sick of school. Everything seems pointless to me. I would stop going, but they just put so much pressure for you to do well or else you won’t have a future.

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.

There’s this guy and I really like him A LOT but he only sees me as a friend but some times he acts like my boyfriend he’ll hold my hand cuddle all that stuff but in the end I know this will never change it’ll be me getting hurt when he finds the right girl…..I’m worried I’ll lose him!

I worry about my future & public exams. I know that I’m never going to be successful so what is the point? I always question my existence. I honestly have no purpose. I’m good for nothing,. On top of all of this I think that I’m bisexual. I seriously just want to jump off a bridge or go to sleep and never wake up.