i just don’t want to be sad anymore
i wish i didn’t feel like a waste
i just don’t want to be sad anymore
i wish i didn’t feel like a waste
i.. got an offer for the job that i wanted. i knew i was qualified for it and i’m excited, but i’m also afraid i’ll mess it up? like what if i’m not actually cut out for it? i’m afraid to be a disappointment when someone believed in me enough to want to work with me
i had a bad panic attack last night - i couldn’t feel anything, not even the air blowing on me from the fan - and i wanted to tear all my skin off, it was so itchy and it was terrible
it’s a little late right now and i can feel the night time anxiety/depression starting to creep in, but i’m also anxious and looking at work computers and if i should accept and if i’ll be okay and i feel like a lot
i just want to hold my cat but she’s still a baby and is really hyper and it makes me feel overwhelmed sometimes
i don’t know how to not be overwhelmed or barely treading
I LAUGHED SO HARD
I AM DONE
Listen just fucking listen to me, hearing Take on me by a-ha is such a fucking trip I swear to god I have an out of body experience every time that song comes on. When the beat kicks on and you hear that “tr-r-r-ring~!” you can see it in my eyes that I know I am fucked for the next 3 minutes and 47 seconds. My limbs start grooving one by one under a control that is not mine. The synth starts playing and I’m done, I’m gone, I am the whitest person on the dancefloor, I am Regan from the exorcist, I am squidward from those gifsets, I am every person in a harlem shake video. My body moves on it’s own accord producing a disgusting and liminal performance that is an insult to God Himself. This is my fate and I embrace it. Finally, the beat dissolves and I am free. I collapse to the floor and revel in an afterglow that transcends anything I can comprehend while the synth slowly fades out.
sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. like, sure, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless
reblog flying ass giant pants guys for a fortune of good luck and good cash
this is a cursed post that is capable of delivering good deeds
it’s the babadook’s chill cousin; the jeandeine
FMA:B’S HOMUNCULI, THE OUROBOROS TATTOO AND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF ITS PLACEMENT
*sobs* yeeeeeeeee
veronica: my dad is in prison and my mom is conducting illegal activity
betty: i think my parents are murderers and are in a blood feud with another family.
jughead: i’m homeless and my dad is a part of a notorious criminal gang
archie: i wanna sing AND play football !!!
last week of february - more of my journal here
Have you ever looked back on something and realized holy shit that was because (disorder)? It’s reassuring but terrifying because you realize it’s been hurting you for so long.