what’s comforting is knowing no one will hate me more than i hate myself
lol
what’s comforting is knowing no one will hate me more than i hate myself
lol
sacrificialle-deactivated202111:
*gets addicted to literally anything that distracts me from the fact i exist*
(via phillipgallagher)
things that trigger migraines for me (from mild to unbearable to the point of nausea):
in conclusion: pretty much everything lol
sometimes self care is rereading a fic you’ve read five times in the past two days while ignoring all other priorities
(via livinginsunnyhell)
and I don’t want the world to see me
‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand
when everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
april 5, 2020
one of the dumbest things (out of 18472748844 things) about having a depressive episode is knowing you have people in your life that cares about you and are willing to show they care through thoughtful words and affirmative action and lovely gestures but your stupid mind isn’t able to process how much they care about you and is literally incapable of giving gratitude to them and you feel guilty for even having people who care about you in your life in the first place and you’re just stuck in this cycle of wanting to say thank you and show you also care about them back yet you lack the energy and mental capacity to even muster up a response and and and…
it’s amazing how a message can dredge up years of suppressed memories.
S03E12 Bojack to Diane: “You can’t not be a part of my life”
S04E7 Diane to Bojack: “ I need you in my life”
S06E16 Bojack to Diane “Wouldn’t it be funny if this was the last time we ever talked to each other?”
they went through everything together, but sometimes some people are not meant to be with you forever, even if they mean a lot to you.
you don’t realize how much past trauma affects you until you form new friendships and relationships.
it makes me really sad i don’t have the strength to be honest with people, because…
i have trust issues? i’m scared of what people might think? the thought of being vulnerable terrifies me to no end?
everytime i want to tell someone my truth, i just feel like crawling inside a hole and never coming out. how do people do it? bare their souls, bare their thoughts out in the open, just like that.
i wish i could tell someone what i’m feeling sometimes. it’s just not who i am though, is it.
i anticipate the end of every situation before i can fully enjoy the journey.
the notion of everything always coming to an end isn’t lost on me. nothing lasts forever, so why bother right?
right?