#feel like a failure

[beausmom1214]

Fuck this shit. I don’t want to be strong anymore. I’m not even sure anymore if there’s more to life than this wreckage. And I almost don’t even care. I’m tired. Im sad. I’m lonely. I’m sick of these feelings bringing me down all the time. I just want to be fucking happy. I guess I was asking too much out of life.

[randombrowngirl]

Didn’t get the position I wanted at work. Spiraling is an understatement

[mad-badger19]

New job, better paid, have to fight every day against my anxiety and impostor syndrom...

[lorawant2sleep]

lately all that brings me pleasure is food, games and short videos

help

i'm turning into what i'm afraid of

[comfortableinthesilence]

It's nearly 1pm and I'm still laying in bed, blinds closed and fuck all achieved today! Safe to say my mental health has hit a new low since yesterday so I'm chalking up today as a write off!

[delicatedeception]

Has this year been rough for anyone else? I got burned on the over the literal first day of this year. One of my dogs got killed and I've been dumped once over text of all things and then pre dumped by another guy because I was a little to lovy. (Which after talking to him about it he said he realized he didn't want a commitment like I was hoping for. I totally understood that he felt pressured and I apologized.) I've lost all motivation to draw or write anymore

[wordsbyher]

(via Feeling like a FaILuRe tOdAY… )

My age is increasing and I am still standing at the same place with nothing in my hand yet I can't do anything about it. Tears want to drop but not a single drop left as my inside feels like a desert barren land empty where nothing is visible. I am lost and everywhere I see myself looking tired and hollow like a failure.

[chicanedaze]

i need encouragement to finish my fic

[eldritchcoffeefiend]

Do you ever look at your list of skills and abilities and wonder why the hell you got put together from whatever was left lying around? Like, I can sing, write, sew, crochet, bake and cook and other things all to a fairly high standard but it feels like none of these things actually work together in a cohesive way to make me truly useful or productive because it's always in fits and starts. A bit of a thing here, a bit of another thing there, hyperfocus on one thing to the point of burnout and then struggle to do much more than basic functions. It sucks.

[trippydaydreams]

everyone from my absn cohort is a nurse now and then there’s me who failed twice 🙃

[hotchocolatelovesyou]

I'm so tired dude

[lostghoulie]

my boss keeps talkin about how she's been losing weight & i just wanna cry

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[rippedmyselff]

Ummm, I couldn't catch the mosquitoe with my single hand

I did it in the past, just a week ago!!!

[acid-ixx]

mild spoilers for chapter six for my series again &. again, but i really feel the need to ramble about this, and i'd love to hear anybody's opinion on this hehe.

as i write outline chapter six (and write for chapter five), i'd like to say i couldn't wait to write the reader's face reveal in bruce's perspective. and it's not just angst, for me, this plays a very pivotal turn for the series— because bruce will spiral to insanity.

to never once see a single portrait of your second youngest child, whose presence has long been erased from the manor, not a single image, nor trace of you is sickening to the heart, even if he scours through the internet day and night for a single memoir of you, nothing— but to find your portrait in alfred's living quarters and seeing you for the first time in forever? graduating a milestone no less?

god, he's in for a ride just analyzing every aspect of your physical appearance.

the color of your eyes, the shape of your nose, the quip of your mouth, the fat in your cheeks; even the length of your lashes! god, does he brand it into the deepest parts of his mind to never forget you anymore. his pearl, his treasure.

the longer he stares, the more he notices and gazes even more, obsessive as he stands lonesome in the room with every bone in his body locking up, his eyes unable to look away from the portrait that showcases his baby child.

and there, there it is that he concludes a detail so small it's unrecognizable for someone who's seen it for his entire life; yet it's all the same triggered deranged emotions deep within him.

— you don't just share him and your mother's traits, no, your smile is also reminiscent of his mother's.

martha wayne, who'd died in his arms, laying in a pool of her blood with a bullet grazed deep inside her body. his loving mother, who caressed his face whenever he'd cry from his nightmares, who'd shown him motherly love that until now he still craves.

she died with her pearl necklace that once decorated her porcelain neck spilling to the ground and stained with crimson.

you wore pearl earrings on your graduation.

the thought alone is enough for him to just snap.

this? this is the child that he's been neglecting far too long? who shares the same, loving expression of his mother's? his child? not even a single memory could be conjured with you but fantasies now do. if your happiest moments were within the picture frame that he holds with shivering fingers at present; could your smile be any wider if you'd be with him?

how come he never once noticed? why is bruce always destined to fail left and right? why, just why is he brimming with jealousy for all the people who must've seen your smile before him, and contempt for himself that he was never there to pick you up from the police station beforehand?

bruce isn't a heckler for favoritism, but a darker part of him is motivated to take you away from wherever you are, and to never let anybody else witness his beautiful, little treasure.

he's gotham's knight, first and foremost. but he's a father, too, with goals to protect his children just like a father should.

and the things he'd do for you, his child, now? anything.

if it means he has to see that smile, then he'll turn the world upside-down.

he has to protect your smile.

[sempiternal-alone]