i can’t even begin to explain how much i hate when someone just interrupts me when i’m in the middle of saying something. like it probably took me a while to get over my social anxiety and actually formulate my thoughts so they come out at least halfway coherent and you just interrupt me and start talking about whatever? that’s fucking rude. i already don’t feel like anything i say is valid enough to be voiced outloud. so thank you for reassuring my shit brain by interrupting me. you just made me feel even more invalidated. thank you so much for that jackass
do you ever feel embarrassed to be in your own skin like please just dont look at me i wish i didnt exist sometimes like i want to disappear because i cannot handle being me
“My depression has ruined so many more things than just my mind. All of my relationships and friendships broke apart only when my sadness spoke to them.”
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“I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.”
— Richard Siken (via velvetnyc)
sometimes, i scare myself. i hate lashing out. i hate being so angry i cry and want to hit things. i hate getting furious over things that should be small. its scary
I would really like to know what exactly is wrong with me, that makes me so unlovable?
I‘m really curious.