me - di - sin

My only escape. My sweet bliss.

[bittersweetespresso-blog]

It isn’t about the inability to breathe in a constant pace, the uncontrollable tears, or the trembling of your fingertips. It isn’t even the sudden chill you feel going down your spine, the clenching of your chest, or how it turns cold almost suddenly when the feeling hits you. It’s the fact that you try to shrug it off or laugh it off, but you can’t, because you’re scared of it, whatever “it” may be.

panic attacks.

[bittersweetespresso-blog]

I held back the words that threatened to choke out from my throat, by pursing my lips. I cannot speak of jealousy, for it only pushes you away from me. — reason for my silence.

[bittersweetespresso-blog]

You can never be as poetic as you are when faced with sadness or happiness.

— overflowing thoughts.