I'm Really Sorry...⬇️

I'm so sorry to everyone I haven't responded to, or liked your images, or visited your profiles, despite your support of me. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I am... broken. I'm not sure how, or when, or who's to blame. So let's just say I broke myself. It hasn't helped anything. I didn't mean to, but it seems like my actions hurt others. Explaining myself is... pointless. I'm the problem regardless. I wonder if I'm allowed to be broken if my world is broken. The only tiny world I know... is in shambles. The answer is no. Breaking was a grave mistake. I have very little time to put myself back together. If I can't... I'm not sure what will happen to me. I'm hurting everyone around me. I didn't mean to. But it seems they're ready to retaliate. I need to fix myself, but... i don't know how to. Wanting desperately to succeed, yet having no faith in myself or my chance of survival... I want help, but... I don't want it, either. I wish someone would care, yet... I wish no one would. I want to believe it's not all my fault, but... I've stopped trusting my feelings. They're wrong. The truth of my thoughts and feelings comes from someone else's voice. I don't think I can succeed. I've never been able to accomplish anything. And now it's quickly approaching too late. I'm not smart enough. Not dedicated enough. Not kind enough. I'm sorry... I'm not strong enough for any of you. I know I've been dramatic, but I still don't want you to worry about me. That's not why I'm saying this. It feels... better, if only a little, to say this. Nobody I know will accept my feelings for truth. You don't know me, so... think what you like. It won't hurt me, and it won't make me feel better. I realize no one else can fix me, just like I can't fix myself. I'm going to stop coming back to Pixai, not unless a miracle happens and I somehow get out of this situation. I may end up deleting my profile in the future. I really, really appreciate everyone who's supported me, but I'm sorry, I can't keep going. Please don't be scared for me. And... I hope you won't be scared of me. I'm not trying to scare anyone. I know it sounds intense. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I can't tell anymore. These are just the senseless ramblings of a girl who doesn't know how to cope anymore~