I Could Never Be A Main Character Because I'm Sensitive And Insecure And Depressed And I Have Anxiety

I don’t know why this started but I freaking love vending machines. And not real ones either. I mean like, anime-style cartoon kind of vending machines. It’s the idea of a vending machine on a street where a group of friends meet up every day after school. That’s where secrets are shared and feelings are confessed. It’s where they go when they’re sad, and when they celebrate. It’s big enough for them to climb on top of and sit there, leaning on each other as they stare at the stars or the sunset. And even when they drift apart, move away, or find their own lives, when they come back to visit family, as they cross the road and see the old vending machine still standing, they always have a quarter to spare for their favorite soda. But real vending machines could never live up to my expectations.

Thought I would share my depressing parody of “Gone Forever” by Three Days Grace because I’m actually a little proud of how it turned out. Trigger warning for depression. (I’m okay now in case anyone is worried.)

Don’t know what’s going on.

Don’t know why I’m wrong.

Feels like a hundred years my

Ambition has been gone.

And I stay up all night

With these bloodshot eyes

While these walls surround me;

Where’s the meaning of my life?

I’d feel so much better

If I were gone forever.

I tell myself you wouldn’t miss me at all.

It’s not lying, denying, that you’d feel so much better if I were

To be gone forever.

Wish feelings were more clear.

So do you need me here?

While I’m in dark surroundings,

D’you wish I’d disappear?

And I try hard to find

The reasons in my mind.

Until the morning comes I’ll

Just want to end my life.

Would you feel much better

If I were gone forever?

Tell yourself you wouldn't miss me at all.

Be lying, denying, that you’d feel so much better if I were

To be gone forever.

First time thoughts screamed at me

I tried hard not to leave.

I need to know it can get so much better.

I hope that you’d miss me.

I hope you make me see.

“Don’t be gone forever.”

Wish feelings were more clear.

I wish you’d need me here.

While I’m in dark surroundings,

Don’t let me disappear.

I want to feel better.

Don’t want to leave forever.

I tell myself that I would miss you all.

I’m not lying, denying, that I just want it better;

Now don’t let it be forever.

And now I want forever.

Don’t let me end forever.

I saw fanart of Mr. Will You Do the Fandango and now I can’t breathe I’m simping too hard

I just remembered, the whole reason I made a Tumblr account was because a Tumblr person said they wanted to talk to someone about the Magic Thief series, and I had just been thinking about reading them, and then I never did. And that person posted it in January, and I don’t know if they’re still into the series, so. . . I’m not gonna try.

Kiara and Kovu from Lion King 2 were peak romance. They made each other want to be better and they did. 10/10 show-stopping incredible. "In a perfect world, one we've never known, we would never need to face the world alone. They can have the world; we'll create our own" like okay?????? Coming out here slamming me in the face with such poetry????

How does life work for the shaker family in Blue's Clues. Did Steve buy them from the store? Did they come with the house? Where did they come from? Are they mass produced? Are they just a completely separate race? Does Steve actually use the salt, or is that disrespectful to them? If he does use it, what happens when it runs out of salt? Does it die? Is it like a sacrifice, that pieces of its spirit leave its body every time Steve wants to season his dishes? Does pouring new salt into the shaker give the bottle a completely new spirit, or is that the same person? Is the spirit actually stored in the bottle, and the salt is just a tether to the mortal realm? How did they conceive Paprika? I need answers

One of my fears is that I'll one day become famous through writing novels, but one well-meaning person is going to try and cancel me for plagiarizing the story idea from online, and then I will have to prove my innocence by revealing both my Wattpad and my Tumblr accounts

It's been a year since last year.

one of the problems with having long hair is that when you wake up your hair will be scratching at your neck so you go to move your hair only to find that it’s actually coming from the other side of your head but there is a momentary panic of “where did this hair come from it’s not connected to anything” but no it’s just from the other side it’s fine, chill

My anxiety: Your friend thinks you’re annoying and she doesn’t like you.

Me: *mentally beating my anxiety with a baseball bat* she loves me so shut the McFRICK up you BI-