Just because my dad is from fucking Mexico doesn't mean I'm fucking Mexican. I was born in America. Thank you.
I talk really loud, when I get all excited or anxious, it's like I'm a puppy. Everyone always gets mad at me and tells me to shut up or they say that I talk way too much but the thing is, I just hate that everyone is always on there phones, just being around my roommates all the time, has got me on apps like this because no one wants to talk to me..
I'm so confused about my ethnicity/race. So my father is Mexican but was brought over here, in the US, at age 5, and my mother was born in the US (like me) and so was her father but not her mother. Her mother was in Mexico. Having said that, what am I? I know I'm American first but my race?
Without a soul my spirit is sleeping somewhere cold. I've become so numb. Save me from the dark. Save me from the nothing I've become. Frozen inside without no hope,no love. Save me from the monster I've become. Save me from myself"
I was well before the session with therapist but now I just feel sad.
why everyone leave? why do i have to be alone once again?? god, just take me.. i can't deal with it all over again
I don't belong here. This is your world. I just live in it.
I feel dead inside. Without any energy or motivation to do anything.
I'm tired of getting my heart broken. I'm starting to think there really just isn't anyone out there for me, and I'm just going to have to go through life alone.
Most days I just lie on the couch and do nothing. I have no energy. Sometimes it feels like I've been drugged.