I wish I could tell everybody that...

I wish I could tell everybody that getting a divorce sucks... but what hurts the most is that he really doesn't care. I'm falling apart and it doesn't affect him at all.

I'm so sick of everyone's attitude around me. People around me are so self - entitled. They think the world belongs to them. I had a conversation with a friend about Pokemon Go. They have a notification that pops up that says "You're going too fast." when the phone thinks you're going too fast. I and everyone all think it's annoying, but I was saying the annoyance is worth it if it saves one life. My friend then responded by saying "No, fuck that guy, it's his fault for dying." What he realy said was "I don't care iif people die because this pop up annoys me." This attiude of self entitlement is pervasive in the county I live in. I wish all these people wen't bankrupt and all their money went to charity and they had to find themselves, behind the shells that their money created for them.

I hate money and what it does to people so much. I'm writing a book on a world where money never existed. I'm already over a hundred pages in.

I'm not okay. That I don't know who I am, what my emotions are, or what is wrong with me. That I feel empty and incomplete and am constantly feeling like I'm on the brink of tears even though I'm smiling and laughing. That I feel like I'm losing my mind and calling me crazy doesn't help. That before I started to listen to twenty one pilots, I felt like the only reason I haven't tried to hurt myself was because I didn't want to hurt you. And, most importantly, that I'm not too young to feel like this.

That i am fragile. That things hurt me much faster than they should anybody. And that i'd really like some love from someone.

I'm tired. I'm so tired to make everyone happy and I myself end up being unhappy because I can't make all of you happy. I'm so tired. Sometimes, I don't know what I have to do anymore. It's almost like I lost myself along the way of making everyone happy. I'm just tired.

When I'm annoyed, Everything around me makes me angry. Every little sound, Touch, Everything. And it gives me anxiety to think about this because when I'm mad I can be such an a hole... I'm scared that someday I'll give off the wrong impression and everyone will look down on me, or see me as mean, I don't know...

I wish I could tell everybody that I'm not okay and it's not all going to get better. And that I want to die and that life gets so much harder but I can't do that I just have to keep acting like I'm fine

I fell inlove with my booty call

I wish if I tell them " I AM NOOR NOT YOU ,LEAVE ME BE THE ONE I WANT , I HATE THE WAY YOU TALK , ACT , THINK ABOUT ME . I'M NOT OK AND I DO NOT WANT YOU ANY MORE "

I wish I could tell everyone that I cannot love that I cannot handle their emotions. I care about others and not myself. I take on everyone's burden and end up ignoring mine. Through the lack of self development- I have lost myself & cannot find resolutions to my disaster of a life. Now, all around me are thriving due to my unconditional love and encouragement. By nature: im a highly sensitive person. My empathy involves the ability to read, understand and be in-tune with or resonate with others I connect too (strangers) and those I love deeply, This is involuntary & voluntary only when I feel a deep sense of intunement. During a conversation, I know what they are going through and how to bring resolution or provide exercises for anxiety relief & possible resolution. Honestly, I get so invested in each person I am close with that I can feel their deepest emotions. I am unaware of how my abilities actually works, & have long accepted that I am highly sensitive to others. I care for others more than myself. I thrive when serving others, but now..... I'm so lost. After being a caretaker for my grandma who passed - I lost myself in attempting to give her some type of quality of life: I failed her by having to assist in putting her in a nursing home after she fell at 91 yrs old. I cared for her so deeply that I lost myself and buried her memory so deep inside me... I hate that I cannot help myself as I can others.