I’m worried that one day when I wake up everything will be bad and I won’t have anything good in my life, I’m scared that I will loose everyone who cares about me, I’m worried that I’ll never find someone who loves me and someone I feel 100% comfortable around. I’m scared that I will be alone forever and nothing will ever get better. I miss being a kid and not having a care in the world, I hate my life.. I’m a depressed, anxious, lonely, ugly girl who can’t keep or even get a boyfriend.

It’s 2 am and I just got into a fight with my friend… I’m at her house to sleepover and I have no way to leave. I’m freaking out

A family member to me a few minutes ago; “Oh wow _____ , you’re gaining a lot of weight!” I never want to eat again

I’m worried that I can’t be strong much longer

I’m worried that I will be feeling this depressed and even more depressed when life moves on. I don’t wanna feel this way anymore I just wanna let myself go.

I’m worried about not getting medication so I would be able to work this summer. Also worried about the side effects if I get the medication.

My family don’t care about me and I am not living with my mom and I am not even talking to her and I am scared because I I know I have to soon

I worry too much and I’m so paranoid I always think people are watching me and judging me. I feel so unwanted

I always feel like a burden on my family and friends. I look at myself as being the worst and most boring friend in a friend group and I always feel like a burden on my family, whether it be asking my parents to simply drive me somewhere (like once a month) or to drive me somewhere I absolutely must be, like a job interview. I feel guilty for asking my parents to do anything for me and I only ask them for something if I can’t get there myself, can’t afford it, etc. I wish they never had me

I am the moth. The light is my prison

I have really bad trust issues, so whenever a guy tells me he likes me I think he’s just trying to screw me over.

Whenever life feels good I always seem to find a new thing to fixate on. Like whether or not I should come out, or if I should tell my best friend I love her. I make myself think too much. I don’t know how to stop it.

My boyfriend doing drugs

I worry that I’m wasting my life by being antisocial and spending so much time in bed.

Fitting in.

I worry that I won’t get my licence.

I have a crush on a girl but I have a boyfriend

That I’ll never find something I value enough to hold on to my life. There are only so many times you can force yourself to go that “one more night”

That my mother won’t stop being two faced to me

People say I’m crazy and I wonder if I really am, sometimes I want to be because I don’t feel like my parents believe me