i'm tired of just distracting myself from this pain. i want it to just end.

the feminine urge to ask him “so, what are we?” after the second date

unfortunately im very self aware

my mom: comes home and puts the groceries down on the table really hard

me who knows exactly whats coming:

parent: comes home and slams the door with more force than usual

me:

my mom: stands on the porch with her arms crossed with that im very angry at you face tm on

me already knowing what she is going to yell at me for: 

my mom: walks with heavy steps through the house.

me:

my mom : walks loud & fast in the hallway towards my room

me :

self undiagnosing myself. i no longer am.

Sometimes being an adult is having to deal with big emotions that make you feel like you’re dying so you feel like your best option is dying anyways

Octavio Paz, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

Your intrusive thoughts are lame mine are better

i can’t believe me “trying my best” is just me showering regularly and eating normally. mental illness is so humbling 

overwhelmed by the fact that im so far behind in life i dont think ill ever catch up 

yall coping ?

no

why am i nostalgic for my teenage years bitch i didnt even have fun !!!

what do you mean it’s “”not healthy”” for me to lock myself in my room all day and completely isolate myself from everyone