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don't be normal; be Gina Linetti

[deadbyinsidee]

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[dexfiles]

sun: 🌞 me: shut the fuck

[adoringfriends]

[stilesedit]

Void/Nogitsune Stiles + Piercing Stares (requested by anonymous)

[adoringfriends]

[assyrianjalebi]

[friends-daily]

me @ myself

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[deansrose]

Short-ish and sweet. 

I have finally been diagnosed with anxiety and depression, of which I have been suffering with for the last 7 years of my life. I'm not writing this to get attention or for people to care about me even if they don't. If people really cared about me they would drop me a message once in a while but nobody ever does. I'm just lucky I have a few important people in my life that help me including my boyfriend, my dad and my mum. The only people that really do care.

It’s hard to tell people on social media how I truly feel as I am aware depression and anxiety affects people differently so I will tell you how I feel. 

Everyday is a struggle. Constantly feeling on edge, will my boyfriend leave me, will I randomly get attacked on the street. Trying to reach out to people and getting no response back. Why does nobody love me? The nights are the hardest when no one but my boyfriend is around and he doesn’t like to hear I would like to drown myself on a daily basis, but am just too tired to do so. 

I feel sick every time I leave the house. I have panic attacks when my mind races about every possible outcome. 

When my blog got deleted I was devastated as I had worked so hard and lost it all in seconds. I couldn’t get back the posts, the followers, the lovely messages. All gone. Then suddenly, I was too depressed to even try to get it back. And so I stuck around with my 7 followers so I know no one will see this. 

I’m ashamed of my illness, I don’t even refer to it as an illness sometimes. Just something I have to live with, because I have no choice. 

[scatteredrevelations]

I’m a psychotic, wretched disaster. I want everything and nothing. I’m sad. I’m lonely. But I’m not lonely. But I am. And I don’t understand. I’m feeling empty but whole at the same time and my feelings are a hole of nothingness. I think I’m depressed then I think I’m just attention seeker, but then I cut myself and I’m feeling good in a bad way and then I’m feeling guilty and sad again. I stand out of my bed and all the people in front of me are judging me. I’m ugly but then I think that I’m a little beautiful but I’m ugly again. And so I starve myself, but then I binge, and purge, and starve and it’s just a never ending cycle of self hate. I have friends at school but I don’t. People say that I’m ugly and dumb and I don’t deserve to live and I laugh with them but then I cry and I’m just a mess. A full of bullshit mess. And I don’t know what’s happening to me. But I know that I fucking want to die. But then I don’t want to die. But in the end all I want is for the pain to end. But it won’t end. It will never, ever end.

[secret-mind]

If you need someone to talk to, just message me or send an ask :-)

[biconicclarkegriffin]

Need I remind you it was doing things your way that made you end up here?

[deansrose]

me a year ago: hello boss I need a transfer in a year

boss: ok I will sort that out for you

me two weeks before moving house: hey how's that transfer?

boss: what transfer

[deansrose]

everyone going mad abt infinity war, meanwhile im still trying to find somewhere to live lmao

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Dean + leather jacket

for @musemisha