I was Suicidal. I Wish I Could Tell My Past Self This.
Thank you for holding it all together. Thank you for not doing anything I would regret. Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for holding it all together. Thank you for not doing anything I would regret. Thank you for believing in me.
I read about you yesterday and I burst into tears on the bus. You don’t know me. You will never know me. But I know you now and I’m listening to your playlist.
Days like when you wish you could just vanish because you feel like you’re nothing, for nothing — they are unbearable. Days like this — they are eating you away. Days like this — they are killing you before you even have to kill yourself.