fourteen years of this. i can’t take it anymore

they always say “it’ll get better!” but i’ve been waiting for that since i was ten years old. every time i think it’s gotten better, life shows me how tragically wrong i am. i am so tired of waiting. i’m tired of waking up tired everyday. i’m tired of hoping someone will see it and help me. i’m tired of disappointing everyone. i’m at my breaking point, genuinely. i’m too much of a coward to actually do anything about it, though, so i will just slowly rot away inside for the rest of my life.