CONSTANTLY WORRIED I AM NOT MAKING ENOUGH THINGS TO VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE

what i say: i’m bored
what i mean: none of my usual hobbies are stimulating enough for me anymore because i am dead inside and i am desperately craving human interaction in a vain attempt to keep myself from slipping into the abyss of insanity

I cannot count the times I have apologized for how I feel or who I am

(via mossyforestelf)

my talents include

radspaz:

being the ugliest friend in the group

being too emotionally drained to do simple tasks like showering

falling into existential crisis’

crying way too much

eating my feelings

caring about people who don’t give two shits about me

being exceptionally ordinary and possessing no redeeming qualities

cancelling prior commitments due to anxiety

wasting my days away and then feeling sad because I do nothing

i-effed-it-all-up:

[thinks about plants] nice

[thinks about space] nice

[thinks about girls] nice

maahammy:

*doesnt talk to anyone im mutuals with* I love my mutuals so much :’)

owlmylove:

if you were praised for being smart as a child and now feel crippling sensations of inadequacy when you don’t instantly know how to do something perfectly clap your hands

i am just very uncomfortable with the way i am perceived like there’s a disconnect between my actual identity and the identity ppl assume i have and it makes me uncomfortable and stressed out

theheroofstupidity:

islamicbutterflies:

I don’t get help because I am the helper.

I’m sure I’m not the only person who can relate to this. You’re the friend who helps everyone, gives them advice when they need it, tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, and help them with their relationships even though you’ve never been in one yourself. But then the time comes around for you to be sad, for you to need help, and they’re not there to give it. Sure, sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. And then the next day they come to you for more help.

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship and I would feel out of place if I was. I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself rather than telling anyone or even anything.

More on this.

At some point, you don’t even want help anymore, even if you need it, because you’re so far gone into your role that you can’t see yourself getting help. You get to a point where you refuse other people’s help because you don’t want to burden them, because you’re the person that’s supposed to be burdened by others. At some point, you become afraid of getting help.

vangoghsdaughter:

Stop telling kids that they’re too young to know they’re queer but also stop spreading the idea that all queer people know they’re “different” from a very young age. Some people realize they’re queer when they’re five and some people don’t until they’re thirty-five and no one should have to justify their identity at any age.

I was actually really insecure with my sexuality for a long time because I had not been aware of me being queer ever since I was a child. So when I was 14/15/16ish and questioning, I used to think I was just “going through a phase” when I really wasn’t.
Telling people they are too young or too old to figure out what their sexuality is can be harmful to them!