It Can Be Therapeutic To Admit "actually My Childhood Was Deeply Fucking Awful." Not "my Parents Tried"

Hello. I’d like to play a game.

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling.

If he decides to reach over and touch you, like a prayer for which no words exist, you will feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for. If he does not, there’s a pipe bomb attached to the vehicle’s engine triggered to explode. You must admit your love any way you choose, but you must admit to it. It is the only way to survive in this world.

Most people are so ungrateful to love, to be loved, to be told they’re loved by the one that loves them … but you won’t be. Not anymore.

I use the term "this slaps" a lot for songs that I like. Recently, however, I've been partaking in more violent metaphors, such as "this slams my head into a fucking concrete brick again and again and again"

At my work chuckling at the silly little bar staff who only know how to do their silly little bar things

things to do when your day's been bad

lie down on the floor beside your bed

take a shower, use the good soap

listen to a song you liked ages ago

write your thoughts out in all caps

draw a head and then 'decorate' that head however you're feeling (I drew a man with a hole for a face. It worked)

listen to a song and try to focus on one (1) instrument at a time, baseline, drums, guitar, another guitar, repeating sound effect

wash your face

take a nap or go to bed early

call someone. tell them about your horrible day or let them talk about theirs or both

go through your camera roll (specifically the screenshots folder)

go through your saved instagram posts / tumblr likes

watch That One Really Great Live Performance of That Artist You Love, then read the comments of everyone having great taste like you do

cry a little about it

remember that this day will end and another will begin. it'll be all new, never experienced before, no bad things will have happened, and you'll be okay.

My manager likes to ask me really confusing and mildly vague questions and so one day I decided to ask one back and so I said, "What are your thoughts on antidisestablishmentarianism?" and he sat there for a second before giving me three very well thought out paragraphs of his stance on antidisestablishmentarianism. I have never been so destroyed and defeated.

i could survive a time loop. wouldn’t even notice with the kind of shit I got goin on

*sound of my psyche shattering into a billion pieces*

It has occurred to me that the existence of a local raging bisexual implies that there are also state and federal level raging bisexuals

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