You are not worthless.
You are not a “mistake.”
You are not better off dead.
You are not “disgusting and fat.”
You are not “a waste of space.”
You are more important than you give yourself credit for.
You are a great person with a meaningful life.
You are a human who is here for a reason.
You are strong enough to get through this.
You are worth nothing but positivity.
And if you wondering if anyone cares about you well..
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
“Be my Valentine. Or don’t. Life is meaningless.”
Sundays are condemned to be boring
No matter what