no one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it will get better" and "i can't do this anymore, im about to give up." it's like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you're hopeful, the next you're spiraling
Hoy volví a llorar, lloré porque ya no puedo, porque todo duele, porque todo pesa, porque no se dónde irme, porque no sé cómo empezar, porque no sé cómo parar, hoy volví a llorar porque me ganó el miedo
i lied, i didn't go to sleep, i actually stayed up all night with tears rolling down my face wondering why i'm never good enough for anyone and what i did to deserve all of this.