Not many people really know what it means to say ” I love you” . I personally don’t think you can say it until you’ve felt it; it means so much. By saying “I love you,” you’re saying that you want to be with a person, regardless of whether or not they’re depressed or upset or sick or far away. When I said “I love you,” I meant it. It just fucking sucks that the person saying it back stopped meaning it.
I really hate the repetition of life. I hate how I seem to make the same mistakes over and over. Trusting people. Counting on people. Trusting and counting on myself. That last one’s the worst. I can’t really blame other people when im always involved. I always manage to fuck things up. And the thing about the future is that it requires us to enjoy the repeating scenario we’ve been dealt or to have the means to change it. What kind of a future is one where I always end up alone and have no knowledge of how to change it? A fucked up one.
But don’t worry, I’m still brainwashed and still buy the shit that says I’m young and should still have hope. Ask me in 5 years what I think. I hope a docile, cheerful, changed me can respond. That’s the hope I’ll have now.
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dean winchester + clothes
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livin la vida loca
I’m like a weird combination of both
The thing about anxiety is instead of becoming upset, I become terrified. It’s like I’m standing on the edge of a thousand foot tall cliff, but the cliff if my life, and I know I’m about to fall off of it.
And I make shitty similes
Anxiety disorders are bad
I found out something lovely today.
I am only interested in tumblr if I’m mid anxiety attack and close to legitimate depression.
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
I have never reblogged something so fast in my LIFE.
no mom you don’t get over social anxiety by talking to a stranger a few times and seeing that it’s “not that bad” stop forcing me to talk to store clerks when i need help it makes me feel sick and it doesnt make anything better you fucking asshole
and parents wonder why their kids dont want to talk to them about stuff like this