To myself, 19,
i'm tired of being the therapist friend. everyone comes to me with their problems but no one asks how i'm doing. i'm drowning too
— Anonymous
To myself, 17,
i pretend to be okay at school but i cry in my car every single day. i don't know how much longer i can keep this mask on
— Anonymous
To myself, 18,
i cheated on my SATs and got into my dream school. the guilt is eating me alive but i can't tell anyone without ruining everything
— Anonymous
To myself, 17,
i'm scared to fall asleep because that's when the nightmares come. you don't know about the trauma but it's eating me alive
— Anonymous
To myself, 16,
i started self-harming again and i hate myself for it. i thought i was past this but the pain came back stronger than ever
— Anonymous
To myself,
stop calling yourself ugly. stop picking apart every photo. stop thinking you're not enough. you're literally perfect exactly as you are
— Anonymous
To myself, 18,
i'm tired of pretending that our family is perfect. we're all broken and no one wants to admit it or do anything to fix it
— Anonymous
To myself,
i pretend to be okay at school but i cry in my car every single day. i don't know how much longer i can keep this up
— Anonymous
To myself,
i know i act like i don't care about school but i'm actually terrified i'm going to fail and disappoint everyone who believes in me
— Anonymous