I have no idea what I am. I assumed I was straight for a while, but then I was thinking asexual. I kind of want to cross dress, but I’m not transsexual. And I’m confused because I don’t think I’m asexual anymore, because I still like guys, but the thought of dating a girl makes me happier than thinking of a guy doing the same things with me.

I’m worried that no one wants me here..:(

the only thing i’ve learned from my mom is how not to treat my kids when i have them

My anxiety will stop me from doing the things I want to do.

I hallucinate and I am not sure whether or not my parents would believe me if I told them. I am scared to tell them, I am afraid of reaction

I found out the inly person I trusted with everything thinks I’m overreacting

Every time I go to school I get dizzy and feel weak in a crowded room

I’m worried that I’m never going to stop being so scared and that I’m not going to be good enough or brave enough to grow up and be the person I want/need to be.

I’m scared that when my parents see my report card they will be extremely disappointed.

I’m really worried about my best friend

That I’ll never get better

i feel like im wasting my time , trying to get into a relationship.

I no longer have the energy to be me and people always point out that I’ve changed.. I don’t know what to do anymore!

That high school is killing my creativity.

Most people I know are aware I cut but they don’t know what I use and I’m scared someone will find my blades

There are these people at my school and one of them are a pretty mean bully They purposely do things and make it look like an accident

I feel like everything that’s ever happened to me is all my fault and I could have prevented it all by being different than I am

I’m worried that one day my anxiety and panic is going to become too much for my boyfriend to handle and he’s going to leave me.

It was a hard day at school, I knew it was coming when I smelt the alcohol, and the next thing I heard was “17 years and you’re still a joke”

Everything’s changing and I’m not quite sure I like it.