r u ever scared to walk past a group of teenagers even though you are also a teenager
Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like whatHaving both is staying in bed because you don’t want to go to school and then panicking because you don’t want to fail. Having both is wanting to go see your friends so you don’t lose them all, then staying home in bed because you don’t want to make the effort. Having both is insanely hard and sucks to deal with.
I can’t sleep
I say that I “hate people” but really I’m just too lazy to say “My social anxiety makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward around other people therefore I find it difficult to socialize with them.”
I say that I “hate life”, but really, I’m just too lazy to say “The challenges that I am currently facing, combined with my fears about the future are bringing me down, therefore I find it difficult to motivate myself.”
most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later
do you ever get in one of those moods where you’re like feeling okay but you’re really sad at the same time and you just want to talk to someone and make them hug you but you feel annoying so you kind of just sit there being really sad
do you ever just get the overwhelming urge to cry because you think you’re not going to go far in life because you’re not as smart or as talented as the people around you
do you ever get the feeling that your friends just dont care
When I turned seven, I learned that you can’t tell your mother you want to die because she will cry and your father will hit you.
When I turned ten, I had to stay in a hospital for a week and when my friends asked, I lied and told them I hadn’t meant to walk in front of that car.
When I turned thirteen, I learned people like you better when you’re smiling, even if it’s not real, and you can’t tell anyone the truth because that lets them see the weakest parts of you.
When I turned sixteen, I learned alcohol doesn’t eliminate any of your problems and your teachers don’t care how hungover you are, they still expect you to participate.
When I turned eighteen, I learned I’d had friends who would do anything for me and that moving away from them all wouldn’t heal me.
When I turned twenty-two, I learned I’d never really wanted to die and that I wasn’t really living until now.
When I turned twenty-five, I got tattoos to cover up my scars and met a boy who kept all his promises.
When I woke up this morning, I realized that I’m happy.