I'll never be someone's priority....
I feel like I'll never truly be someone's first priority. Because I love too much, too hard. I cling to them because they make me so happy in the moment... I think feelings are there... sometimes they actually are. But it's never enough to become their priority.
Because of that I've wanted nothing more in the last 24-48 hours than to die. I've had near constant vivid thoughts of a knife into my neck or thigh. Or even just stabbing myself with a fork. The itch to displace the pain elsewhere, even temporary, is so strong. And I hate it. I hate it here. I hate being me. I hate feeling like.. no matter what I do. No matter what I feel. I'm just a joke for people to walk over. No one will willingly take me, or my feelings, seriously. And no one will ever want to treat me as a priority in their life because I'm just not worth it to anyone.
Sometimes....sometimes... it just seems so much easier to let my demons. Because the comfort of demons seems better than the comfort of others.