Well... Fuck

I’m an idiot. I really, really am.
I don’t think I can do this anymore, or allow my false hopes to follow me into 2016.

Feeling lost.

spoonies-thoughts:

I feel as bad as usual, but don’t want to upset or burden you… I’m trying to make my life as normal as possible, while knowing that I’m not “Up to it”… I need to rest but I am pressing on because I don’t want to disappoint or anger anyone… I feel like a burden and selfish if I take care of myself as needed… Et cetera.

(via project-meaghan)

Frustration is frustrating because I don’t even know why I am frustrated. I can’t be worried about someone that is not mine, or even cares enough to be mine. 

Struggles. Whatever.

Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.