#cries for help

[jojo-the-puppy]

i'm having a sad drunk night, keenly aware of how everyone hates me

[llondonfog]

it's been nearly 12 hours and im still haunted by this comment i saw on a lilia and silver quote video in light of all that we now know about his curse 😭

[crmsnmth]

Cries For Help

I hide my cries for help I hide them behind a sarcastic smile an offbeat joke or some good old fashioned self-loathing humor Nobody knows there's some truth to this punchline Every so often, the masks slips and someone sees something they shouldn't have

They know and I know it so when our eyes lock, we'll share a casual nod a contract signed in the air above our heads

I know I need help But therapy can only do so much especially when you've got a frequent flier card to a no strings vacation But I hide the real problems deep down inside where all the worst parts of myself go Hidden forever for anybody's eyes We all die with secrets

I took cynicism and made it funny I took self-hate and normalized it I took depression and made it the cat's pajamas

[sundaynightservice]

And because it's work

most people refuse to change

and their ruts hold them

in a spot no longer liked,

their cries for help simply lost.

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D W Eldred

[cooco-ren]

Me: *wants to write my smut fics*

Schoolwork: Where'd you think you're going *grabs my leg*

*SCREAMS*

[bpdmichaelbluth]

I'm sorry thomas

im going through a lot right now my girlfriend is so so sick and im lashing out against him but i understand because I love virgil just as much as he does if not more

[degreesofkei]

this is weird to ask but i can't find info on sydney's favourite flower can someone pls enlighten me ueueueueueue

[gaybichon]

very very anxious 😣

[yuzu-adagio]

[rateater69]

Me with my first kira fic I published. And every one after that honestly

[dannydvo]

The demons/spirits in my head celebrating my downfall for turning them off when I was young and inexperienced

[hinamie]

mentor

[anxietyposting]

I’ve always been the eternal optimist.

Always known that life was just a matter of choices; if you can control yourself, you can control your life.

Anything and everything is possible for anyone and everyone. People just lacked the insight to realize their potential and true human tenacity.

As I’m reaching 30, the illusions of my 20s are falling apart. It’s finally dawning on me that I’ve always been wrong. Overconfident, naive, stubborn, unyielding, and blind. I had no idea how far the wool was over my eyes.

A quarter-life crisis makes you realize your faults and reexamine your whole life mantra.

Surely I should have reached this milestone sooner. How have I been so wrong for so long?

Somebody called me haughty today for the first time. I didn’t know what it meant, so I looked it up. How the hell did I get here from innocent confidence and overcompensating for my lack of social skills? Bitterness, loneliness, deep sorrow, anxiety, and long-felt fucking agony.

Being as cunningly rude and creatively insulting makes me feel so fucking good. I love being a bitch. I love being mean to people. It gives me such a rush for no reason at all.

I’ve always known something upstairs was off, wrong somehow. I don’t process trauma, social cues, or visual information like other people my age. Extreme violence, gore, crime, none of it bothers me. When my classmates were horrified by the very idea of something, I was completely apathetic. I didn’t understand why everyone was so upset. I racked my brain but couldn’t think of a single thing.

I didn’t and still don’t understand why people sometimes look uncomfortable when they’re talking to me. I just want to be comfortable and proficient at talking to other people. I don’t usually understand why people are bothered by what I say or why I’m treated differently. The things I say are supposedly inappropriate, but I don’t know how.

It doesn’t matter. Every day I cry about the passing of time and the millions of things I cannot control but instead control me. I panic when I think about my husbands age. The thought of my children growing up and moving out someday brings me physical pain.

I simultaneously crave to live my life and fear what will happen if I both do and don’t. I can’t sleep at night anymore, and I barely eat. I just keep my body moving and my mind distracted so I don’t break down.

Any psychological insight from anyone? I’m completely miserable but terrified to lose what I have. I’m constantly terrified but always apathetic too. Can someone, anyone point me in the direction of any sort of ballpark guess of a mental health disorder? Please, hit me with them.

[disasterhimbo]

[ID: a cartoon of someone on the third floor of a burning building screaming, “Help! Help!” On the other side of the fire truck in front of the building, one fireman says to another, “Don’t bother, it’s just a cry for help.” End ID.]

you ever hear anyone say something so dumb you have to draw a new yorker cartoon about it?

[gunnenmoonlight]

I have this meme lying around and my mood rn man…I can’t

I felt like I’ve been robbed. I can’t stop watching the premiere. I’ve been crying since 5am. When the premiere started, now it’s 5pm and I’m still crying. man…

[livechristcentered]

Finding Strength in Adversity: Reflection on Psalm 3

1 Lord, how many are my foes!How many rise up against me!2 Many are saying of me,“God will not deliver him.”3 But you, Lord, are a shield around me,my glory, the One who lifts my head high.4 I call out to the Lord,and he answers me from his holy mountain.5 I lie down and sleep;I wake again because the Lord sustains me.6 I will not fear though tens of thousandsassail me on every side.7 Arise,…