
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.
imagine if u could hear ur hair growing
do u ever lie on ur side and a small tear leaks out and ur just like whoa wtf body I know I’m sad but not that sad