Why i feel insecure about myself everytime like my face is not that good I'm not as such  good in anything I don't make new  friends  cuz I'm hell insecure about me my old friends are like u look good but still idk what should I do  

Yes sometimes cuz I sense it like sometimes I felt like I'm getting ignored in grp of my Friends  which low my self esteem n then I just become quiet idk what I'm saying but it's a mess maybe I think alot 

hey, your so beautiful on the inside and out okay, take care of yourself x <3 

Anxiety

Feeling low today.. again. After fighting so many days for being happy. Aaj fir se haar gyi yar. Itne sare incidents ho gye life me.. ab wapis fight krne ki himmat nhi bachi.   Pta nhi ye khud ko khush aur positive bnaye rakhne ka struggle kb khtm hoga.😔

Life

Guys how to get over breakups with friends 

3am Thoughts

Life is a visual novel and I'm picking all the wrong options.

Hello!

Acquaintance

I lost someone very special to me because of my behavior.... I mean i behaved like a child whenever i talked to her... But i was so so happy when we talked... I just kept telling her... I love you... I love you.. And she got really irritated... And she is in a relationship now.... I really feel terrible... I just didn't want to loose her... She has blocked me from everywhere so I can't contact her... I feel low in confidence... I just don't feel like living anymore... Its like she was my everything... She was my reason to live... And now she is gone... I told her she can be in relationship with anyone but just don't leave me... But she didn't listen... I can't live without her... I loved her with all what I had... With all my heart and soul... But I lost her only and only because of me.... I feel really really terrible... I can't think of anything else... I just think about her and regret that I lost her.... It feels really bad... I can't do any work... Nor can I eat... What should I do

Suicidal Ideation

There are mornings when you wake up completely numb. So drained out of life and energy you can’t stand on your own two feet. So you decide to lie down back. And think...
Think what kept you up the whole night and the last one and the previous one. The cries of pain and sorrow from the last night still ringing fresh in your ears. Your throat runs dry for a second. You turn around to look for water and find it almost empty. And you relax again. You don’t try anymore. 
But the thoughts are coming back again. The demons, who wreck your insides and outsides. 
You are still lying. Looking at the ceiling. The plain white doesn’t seem so white anymore. You can see faces and memories running through them like a movie screen. You try and shut your eyes.
That makes matters worse. The jittering is starting again. The uncontrollable shaking of the feet. No. This will not turn out good. So you open your eyes. And silence. You are unable to hear anything for a moment.
You lie still. And then burst out crying again. Muffling your screams in the duvet. That sickening feeling. The ticking in the brain. The blood rushing. And then you stop again.
Still as a rock. Feeling heavy. Inside and out.

And then you realise that maybe this is how it will be. And you accept it. Or try to make yourself believe in it. The cruelty of time had hit you long back. But you stood up once. Twice. Thrice and again.
Yet something just left you last night. Some part of you went missing. And you don’t have the strength to look for it again. 
It’s very stubborn. It will leave. Sooner or later.
So you set it FREE. 
Oh there’s tears running down the corner of your eyes to the sides of your head and face all the way in your ears. On a regular day, you would wipe them because they tickle. But today you don’t. Because you want to feel. Feel something... anything other than pain. Anything other than the emptiness of the stomach. 
You are skipping all the meals...your friends point out. And you just laugh it out saying you are on a diet. Or maybe you’ll eat later. 
But you know you won’t. You can’t. The nausea is always there as your shadow.

You think again. The thoughts drifting and each thought , each memory is tearing you apart.

This is today morning and you is ‘me’.
And it’s too late.


Dil na umeed nahi nakaam hi to hai,
Lambi hai gham ki shaam, magar shaam hi to hai

How much can a person let go if their hands are empty??

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