I feel everything way too much and all at once.
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Dear Diary,
I miss when you asked about me, showed interest in my life, in me as a person, or how my day was.
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Me when I write about people who will never know or will simply never realize that I’m writing about them
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I’m like more distant but still fucking frustrated and sad bc such a seemingly steady friendship did not deserve to end in such a pointlessly hurtful way, and it’s just unbelievable still that they would treat me that way and have so little self awareness of their responsibility for essentially blowing it all up over their own anxiety and unexamined biases and abysmal communication and conflict resolution skills
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Letting Go
The physical, inhumane urge to splurge myself in the obscene. To do things that would get me awfully crude looks, to do things that would not be socially acceptable by any means.
The way doing what I want eats away at my soul, like it's begging me to let go. Why care about what anyone else thinks? I can choose to give up my self doubt and plunder into the world that works endlessly around my human body.
Gravity is my only restriction.
My mind has no leverage.
My self doubt does not control me.
I control me.
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I fucking hate him why does he respond to everyone else in crisis but me?
He forgot my birthday present too
Do I have to be on my fucking death bed for him to care??
I tell him I need surgery, no response. I tell him I want to kill myself, no response
But he has no problem reaching out to other people dealing with similar things and then he has the fucking audacity say “I’m busy” and “I’ve been floating around” yeah for everyone EXCEPT ME
When was the last time we had a fucking conversation? How long have I been patient with you? How many times have I reached out only for you to ignore me for MONTHS?!
I’m getting sick and tired of waiting and I’m sick and tired of him treating me like this
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I was never given the proper means to grieve,
Too many needs fell before my own,
And I was left struggling
Reassuring others that I was fine
When I was drowning.
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when I said I couldn't stop crying why did my mom say yes you can?? like I don't think that's how it works your supposed to comfort me or something i think
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That thing of where you get new glasses that looked ok at the optometrist but once you get them home they appear to change entirely the way you look and therefore the way you perceive yourself (and think others will perceive you) because as an AuDHD kind of person face blindness knows no boundaries and you, too, may fall victim to your own brain 😵💫
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i’m afraid of sleeping rahh
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Just remembering a lines my mom said in the fight
“You’re not a doll so why do you act like one”
“Why can’t you ever be more positive about thing in life”
“Yeah just go back upstairs to your room and cry and go on your phone and hide from the world like you always do”
“Why do I even let you do anything”
“Why would you think i would yell at you?” [As she was yelling at me btw]
“You never feel like eating or doing anything”
“What happened to my creative little girl?”
“I wish you dad never gave you back your phones or let you keep your ‘online friends’”
“Why did you turn out like this?”
“What? It’s my fault you are messed up?”
“Stop taking about breathing and the fact you learned it to calm down in therapy” [i was talking about how I was trying to calm down before trying to look for her for some care of comfort]
The rest was blurry to me just me saying I’m sorry over and over while crying as she yelled at me for crying and not being good enough basically 💀💀
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imagine not having a fear response to hearing that your ex is in the same building as you couldn’t be me
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