i get really happy when it’s not me who starts the conversation because that removes so much anxiety about whether i’m bothering the person or if they secretly hate me even if i know that’s not true
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
I’m just not good enough to please anyone, I panic and I fuck up and I repeat, I’m not normal enough to keep anybody happy and I wish I could just curl up under my duvet and sleep away my issues like I can sleep away a cold
don’t check up on people who have decided you are not in their picture anymore. you don’t need to know how they’re doing. save yourself the trouble, seriously.
Push Paul out first, he’s the prettiest.
If you saw me you wouldn’t think I am depressed or that I self harm or that i’m suicidal. I don’t look like any of those things. That’s why nobody actually takes me seriously when I say i’ve had a bad day or say i’m feeling awful. No one actually believes my pain is real. So maybe I do make it up,maybe I just make a fuss out of nothing. I’m perfectly fine
this makes me sad cause its fuckin relevant