POV: why can't i be better? [ vent playlist ]

POV: you just want the world to become quiet for even just a moment

POV: You're reading the comments so you don't feel alone.

POV: you just want to lay in bed all day taking a break from everything and I mean everything. Being the therapist friend, being strong for everyone, keeping a smile, living up to people's expectations, trying to be perfect, avoiding being lazy, not feeling bad for everything you say or do, and avoiding getting yelled at. Everything. Even for a split second, soon turning into every day possible. At this point it's not even a pov anymore..

POV: you say everyone is leaving you but in reality your pushing them away to protect yourself.

POV: you hate yourself but make sure that none else knows

or its, "my life is worse" , "useless" , "you started it" , " give up " , " spoiled " , "brat" and/or "bitch"

Pov: the voices are back again your mind is constantly yelling at you, and on top of that you keep getting over stimulated easier now

I’m proud of you for waking up. I’m proud of you for brushing your hair. I’m proud of you for blinking. I’m proud of you for breathing. I’m proud of you for making your bed. I’m proud of you for eating. I’m proud of you for TRYING to eat. I’m proud of you for drinking water. I’m proud of you for being here. I’m proud of you for being you. I’m proud of you for smiling. I’m proud of you for continuing on even when things are difficult for you. I’m proud of you for standing up. I’m proud of you for blinking. I’m proud of you for getting out of bed after spending the whole day in bed. I’m proud of you for brushing your teeth. I’m proud of you for standing up. I’m proud of you for sitting down. I’m proud of you for defending yourself. I’m proud of you for believing in yourself. I’m proud of you for simply trying. I’m proud of you for being alive. IM PROUD OF YOU. ♥ Not my words Im just passing this around! :) From a stranger on the internet to anybody reading this,I AM SO PROUD OF YOU Don't give up

I swear, these kind of playlists are some of the only comfort I get. Everyone in the comments, you're automatically my friend now.

i love how this was posted on my birthday and honestly its legit how i felt that day.

POV: you're slowly falling back into the version of yourself whom you swore to never become again

The realisation that everyone thinks I'm weird, rude, annoying and I'll be lonely forever. I feel like I'm a test subject for a God to test bad situations on.

Exactly how I feel. My worst fear is being thought of as "cringy." No idea why, it's terrifying to think about.

POV: you wish everyone would start to realize you are more than what you are on the outside.

"POV: why can't i be better?" This title literally sent me into tears because of how much I relate to it. I ask myself this question EVERYDAY. I've just come into a phase where most of the playlists I listen to are vent playlists. And I suppose it helps sometimes. I feel like this is one of the only places I can come to escape all this reality that came about so randomly. So now I shall take the opportunity to thank all those who have made vent playlists. Thx.

When Jubilee Line and Alien blues are in the playlist you know it’s going to be relatable

" Maybe it's time to say goodbye, cause I'm getting pretty fxcking tired " Hits hard.

its always "your to young to be sad" but never "are you okay"

⚠️vent⚠️ from when i was little (1 - 7) i was loved HEAVILY. i was my mom’s favorite, my dad’s favorite (i’m still his favorite but we aren’t talking abt him) i was even my grandma’s favorite. grade 2 turned that around. i was told by my grandma that i would need to be skinnier to be pretty. i was eight. no eight year old should ever be told that. i went to school and cried. third grade, same thing. fourth, i was told i needed to get my work done on time and not have such an attitude. fifth, i was told i needed to take better care of myself. i have more but those are the most hurtful. no elementary schooler should be told those things. especially an 8 year old. my mental health was broken by grade 4. i found myself crying in the bus, acting fine around family, but crying in my room. my grandma continually fat shames me. sure, i’m not skinny, but i’d rather be a little overweight than a lot underweight. i’m never perfect to her, it seems. she loves my little brother. to my grandma, he is perfect. he gets A’s, he plays a sport (not at all well), he’s just perfect. if he does something wrong like put something in the wrong place when he’s unloading the dishwasher (i have to do it with him because apparently he can’t do it alone) he’ll sometimes put something in the wrong spot. i’ll tell him “hey that doesn’t go there it goes here” and my grandma will be like “ella stop being rude he just put it away in the wrong spot”. im sick of that. i’m sick of her. i’m tired of this type of treatment. i’m a human, aren’t i? i didn’t do anything, did i? i’ve always been fat shamed and told i’m sensitive or shy. i’m not. i’m just shy around you because i’m always doing something wrong apparently. i’m sensitive because every time i see you or something you always have a new thing you say to me. leave me alone. let me grow. let me have space. please leave me alone to guide my way through life without you nitpicking everything i do. please let me be me. im not perfect, nor are you. edit: as soon as i woke up today, it was “ella get dressed we’re working in the yard” huh? we didn’t work in the yard, instead i did all the chores imaginable in the house. i vacuumed, did the dishes, wiped the counters, cleaned the bathroom, made my bed, fed my cats, cleaned the litter boxes, omg was it tiring. can i just be left alone?

POV: you always feel like you didnt make your parents proud, now your sitting in bed, overthinking about everything.