i fucking hate everything. i’m shit at school, i’m shit at breathing, i’m shit at being a good girlfriend, i’m just a piece of shit. i can’t do anything right. i can’t finish my fucking essay, i can’t be a good friend, i can’t be nice, i can’t be good enough. what the fuck is wrong with me 

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April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.
This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
I destroyed my body for a peace of mind I never got.