dear insecurities,

you're the reason i lose sleep at night.

you're the reason i look at myself in the mirror and hate what i see.

you're the reason my eyes are filled with tears.

//you're the reason i slit my wrists and burn my hips.//

it's all your fault, so thanks for destroying my life.

sincerely, dan howell (a sad boy)

dan howell closed the journal and stood up from the park bench as the rain began to pour. the weather smeared the ink on the first filled page. the rest of the blank pages started to crinkle underneath the tears falling from the sky.

dan howell was not happy.