I wish it felt like the world were crashing down around me. Unfortunately the world is impeccably still and everything is louder when the world is still. I can hear fragments of my brain falling through the works of my heart and clunking on the metal of my stomach and I can hear the groaning of my knees and I can hear the waves in the dams in the corners of my eyes when I blink and I think they’re going to overflow so soon.
I am not comfortable
in my own skin;
But I am trying
to be. Damn it,
I am trying to be.
at least i can admit i’m a piece of shit
Mainstreamcore: watches every new comedy that comes to theaters and loves the new David Guetta album
I have to start putting myself first.
please don’t make people with depression feel guilty for their lack of interest in things or their inability to motivate themselves please and thank you goodbye
on that note, please don’t make people with anxiety feel guilty about their inability to do tasks you deem simple and literally call them children and tell them to grow up because of it
please just dont make people feel bad