i get yelled at to stop having an anxiety attack when yelling is what gives me anxiety attacks in the first place

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i get yelled at to stop having an anxiety attack when yelling is what gives me anxiety attacks in the first place
Unbreakable.
7. The sad thing is that whenever I check my messages, I half hope it’s you saying that you wanna give us another chance too, and that you still have feelings for me, but it never is
“A list of thoughts I’d never say” (via drunken-poptarts)
Why didn’t anyone warn us that love hurts? Why didn’t they tell us that love leaves you on the floor gasping for air to loosen the cement block in your chest? Why didn’t they tell us that love leaves you empty for days, months, for years? Every step, every thought, every breath feels wrong without you but I ate for the first time today since you left. Someone should have told me I wouldn’t be able to eat for three days. I should have known that every name but yours would sound like white noise but saying your name would start the shaking all over again. I didn’t know the weight in my stomach would never be lifted and I walk around feeling as though I’m stuck in perpetual free fall. I haven’t slept in days because I can’t bear to close my eyes and see your face again; dreams of your lips will only shove more glass down my throat and I’m not ready yet. Someone should have warned me of the memories that come like knives and cut through my defenses, riding in on the alcohol that has replaced my blood. The deflated balloon where my heart used to reside flaps in the wind, spilling drunken messages all over and mocking my every thought of you. Why didn’t they tell us that love was a machete and we were nothing but thin blades of grass? Why didn’t they tell us that once your heart has been broken it forgets how to feel? Why didn’t they tell us that love weighs you down until sitting up feels like climbing a mountain? Why didn’t they tell us that to love is to fight a losing battle?
They tried to tell me // I should have listened (via darkest-part-of-my-mind)
I think what sucks the most about “talking” to someone is that you never really know your place with them. It’s almost as if you don’t know whether they’re going to put in as much effort as you or just end up bailing out on you when things don’t go smoothly and perfectly. That uncertainty of them being with other people and not you, is sort of heart wrenching as if you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel because you’re not theirs fully. It’s just so complicated. Sometimes I feel like I want this all, and then other times I just feel like giving up. It’s being someone’s second priority and they’re “convenient girl” that is simply insulting. I guess after a while you start to realize that if they wanted to talk to you often, they would, and that if they wanted to see you they’d make the effort. Sometimes you just get tired of waiting around for that simple text that lets you know that they haven’t forgot about you, or that text that reassures you that they’re in it with you still, or even the simple I miss you that lets you know that they still want you around. Now I’m just tired of waiting and hoping that maybe you’ll see and acknowledge the fact that you have someone good, someone solid right in front of you.
I’ll never be busy enough not to miss you.
(via no-shirt-no-problem)
Things my best friend says to keep me going. <3
There’s not a second goes by when I’m not thinking of you
Imagine a man so focused on god that the only reason he looked up to see you is because god said “that’s her”
I’m sorry i say I’m sorry so much…
How do keep your heart soft when it’s been broken? How do you keep vulnerability in love when it’s been punished every time? How do you keep pouring love into others when no one will return it? Will your heart eventually tire out? Will it’s damaged walls finally collapse in on themselves? How can you be capable of loving again when you gave all of your love to those that broke you? How can you heal?
Spilled Ink (via lettersstrungtogether7)
You gave me the bare minimum; enough to keep me around, enough for you to still have me. It gave me hope, and maybe that’s why I stuck around for so long. But I don’t want the bare minimum anymore. I don’t want to wait around on someone who will never come around.
-I deserve someone who’s willing to give me themselves fully, just like how you deserve someone you can give yourself fully to.
-m.t.t.
(via mysilentconfessionstoyou)