The sun can break through sometimes. But there’s always clouds in my sky.

Someone can tell you over and over how incredible and perfect you are but when you really think about it… You’re only so special because you just so happened to cross lives at the same time. Had you been a second, minute, hour or day off…they would have been telling someone else those exact same things. Are you really “soulmates” or were you just the next best thing to stumble into their life?

You always want to be heard but won’t take the time to listen.

Everyone asks

Why do I stay?

I want to help everyone except myself.

Depression is having 4 shots of espresso and still feeling lethargic.

How do you start and keep good solid friendships when everyone is constantly moving away?

I think I’ll wait until I’ve settled into a home or semi permanent living space before I start to try and get close to any other “friends”

swarovskia:

me: wow things are actually going really well for once!

the crippling anxiety, waiting in the corner:

storyofthislife:

I’m so sensitive you could literally text me in a different tone and I’ll get sad

Pain alters our personalty.