“I Smile About You I Cry About You I Lie About You I’m Fine Without You I Lied That’s Not True

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 cant believe im alive and im just sitting in silence most of the time

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

“And when my mother asks me what’s wrong I just say I’m tired because I don’t have the heart to tell the woman who gave me life that I don’t want it anymore.”

— (via wstdxo)

“How do you tell people? How do you tell them that you’re exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? How do you tell them that you need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? How do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone tonight?”

— Midnight thoughts (I’m burnt out)

“I am painfully aware that I am no one’s favorite person”

— unknown (via there-will-be-violence)