Yeah, who doesn’t know this. But I hate that I can’t feel comfortable with friends at work, going out to dinner, watching a movie. I can’t even fucking think about being in a relationship because of anxiety. I think my beautiful puppy hates me sometimes. So fuck the bitch that is anxiety
In a country well governed, poverty is something to be ashamed of. In a country badly governed, wealth is something to be ashamed of.
It’s such a shame.
Cigarettes burn your lungs,
but words left unsaid, leave you suffocating.
Alcohol drowns your mind,
but memories left untouched, buried you alive.
What is slowly killing us,
keeps us alive for one more day.
This is such a shame, isn’t it?
We crave lives, and we curse death.
Yet, we can’t live without things that kill us.
what do you mean you don’t like dogs/cats???
stop calling me beautiful.
my scars are not beautiful. i spent nights sobbing and dragging a razor over my skin because i could not cope with life. not because i wanted you to kiss my scars and make me promise to never cut again.
my body is not beautiful. i still starve myself everyday and i run until my legs collapse under myself. i have to be skinny, i have to be thin because i have always been fat. not because i want to be some girl who’s pretty enough for you.
my moods are not beautiful. i cannot control my euphoria or desolation and it’s not because i want to be like this. i want it all to end, i wish i could erase my bipolar off my mind. god knows i’ve tried but alcohol isn’t a memory wipe. i want to forget to make myself less miserable. not to seem more appealing to you.
my mental illness has nothing to do with you. hence why it is my mental illness, not yours. i am not some beautiful girl who’s broken and wants a guy to fix her.
i am a four a.m breakdown, i am a hurricane like no other, i am a death you could never say goodbye to.
i am not beautiful.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Anaïs Nin(via thehappypoetess)
It’s amazing how a phone call can save your life….
"And as good as it feels to let it out, you regret it immediately."