Yesterday I saw two teenagers making out in the park, reminds me of my teenage days when I used to see other teenagers make out in the park

There I was, sitting at the bar, staring at my drink, when a large, troublemaking biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink, and gulps it down in one swig. “Well, whatcha’ gonna do about it?” he says menacingly.

I burst into tears. “This is the worst day of my life,” I say. “I’m a complete failure. I was late for a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found that my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took to get home. At home, I found my wife with another man. Then my dog bit me. So I came to this bar to work up the courage to end it all. I bought a drink and dropped a suicide capsule in it. Then, after all that, as I sat down here watching the poison dissolve, you come in here and drink the whole damn thing!

in my self loathing era

Whenever I see people telling abuse victims that they’re overreacting, that they’re taking it the wrong way, or ‘too personal’ and telling them what’s 'an appropriate way to act’ I always think of whether they’d dare to do the same facing an emotionally healthy person who is mad or sad or frustrated and unlikely to doubt their own emotions. In that case, they immediately get the message that 'this person’s feelings are not going to be controlled’ and they don’t even try it. 

Only emotionally vulnerable people get told how to feel all the time because we don’t create backlash, we believe others know better about how we should react than we do. 99% percent of advice we get on how to 'act better’ would be downright offensive and rude when told to mentally healthy people. A healthy person gets to create their own narrative, abusive people even at the cost of other’s narratives, but everyone gets to patronize the abused and mentally ill, and get their chance to control how we’re allowed to think and feel.

people will support victims until they only react in a way that makes THEM feel comfortable

my brain really needs to shut the fuck up

Does anyone ACTUALLY care about me? (a novel) 

I'm feeling awful it's so embarassing

the feminine urge to assume everyone hates me

Suicide (longingly)

Mutual: *reblogs something from me*

Me: I can’t believe they still follow me