My anxiety levels are ridiculous right now, I’m getting crazy ideas in my head, it’s all I can do not to start bawling, I’m fucking pissed, I need things from people and they’re not giving them to me despite my asking calmly dozens of times, and I generally feel trapped in my own circumstances. If I had come a little less far, this would be suicidal territory, but I’m not even going to approach that idea. And I’m not going to cut, either. I’m going to bitch and moan to the one person that actually does pay attention to me and have my best interest in mind consistently, and then I’m going to handle my shit.

sealcat:

do you ever just listen to someone’s problem and you have nothing to say except “I’m sorry” because there is literally no way for you to help and you get sucked into a vortex of guilt and despair because you are useless 

(via depressionisthegame-butyoucanwin)

locksandglasses:

reeves3:

didgeridooyouloveme:

caseyanthonyofficial:

That gazebo is so fucked

Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?

Are

you 

sure?

I cried

(via pmon3y69)

ship-hard:

dorasfedora:

I hate when you’re at someone’s house and they’re like
‘mum, she’s hungry’
And you’re like NO DONT SAY THAT I SOUND SO NEEDY WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST SAY WE!?!?

glad to know its an international thing

(via mcdonaldsbuntoaster)

When my therapist asks about my “thought process”

unaverageconfessions:

I’m just like:

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sniffing:

i hate parents that treat their kids like shit and then have the audacity to ask for respect

(via bereft-beliefs)