i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then
i’m such a charity case.
i feel like a main reason people talk to me is because they feel bad for me, or to make themselves feel better.
i feel selfish and tired and annoying.
i want someone to make me happy.
i want to make someone happy.
i feel as if i’ll never find him and i need to be content with that.
dog trying to save fishes
Dogs are better than people
i don’t know for sure if i have anxiety.
but whatever this constant worrying,
constant questioning of ‘what it?’,
the thoughts that keep me from sleeping.
those same ones that make me want to stay in bed in the morning.
my friends invite me out and i’d rather stay at home and watch movies (or rethink the reasons why i didn’t go out, and constantly kick myself for not doing something) not because i don’t have the money, but because i can’t decide on what to wear, i can’t get over the shape my eyes are today, the image in my head is playing over and over of the last time we all hung out and i said a joke and no one laughed.
whatever those thoughts are, they need to go away.
stop telling me to smile more, if i can’t listen to myself, i definitely won’t listen to you.
Sylvia Plath (via observando)