[screamingreflection]

in the end, it will always be the bathroom floor to hold all your broken pieces until you crawl back up

[screamingreflection]

sometimes you gotta listen to those sad songs you had on repeat when you were a teen, and sob as if you're that 14 year old again who's laying in bed, wondering when it will make sense again

[screamingreflection]

people be asking me what i wanna do with my life buddy i didn't even expect to live this long i have no clue this wasn't planned

[screamingreflection]

nobody knows

what my evenings look like

nobody knows

how my mask falls of

nobody knows

how empty my eyes look

when they're faced with

the familiar dark

they only know the me

i want them to see

but the inside of my brain

is closed

i'll tell you about my demons

if I trust you

but believe me when i say

that you will never truly know

[it-will-be-okay-love]

Petition to change the word 'calories' into 'happy points'

[screamingreflection]

I thought you showed me love.

The way you kissed me. The way you held me. The way you looked at me. The way you told me I'm pretty. The way you would hold me close when we were about to fall asleep.

I thought you showed me love.

But then you turned your back. All of a sudden, without a warning. As if all our moments never even happened. As if I made it all up in my head.

I know I will get over it eventually, but at moments like these when the sky gets dark and the atmosphere gets cold, it hurts. And I see your face.

I see two versions. The one I see now: not even looking at me and if you do make contact, I'm just a person to you. And I see the face I knew back then: staring at me with something I thought I could call adoration.

And when those two faces overlap and the one I see now remains, I'm filled with emptiness and sadness, with a flicker of anger.

I know I will get over it. But it hurts.

And that's okay.

- It's 1:25 AM and I still miss you

[jewfrogs]

i hate the way mental illness is conceptualized in general but specifically on here where there’s this weird focus on disorders defining what symptoms you have rather than disorders being the constructed result of the symptoms that you have, which exist outside of the framework of the disorder

[jewfrogs]

you don’t have to have a specific disorder in order for your symptoms to be real and meaningful or for you to be able to describe your symptoms in certain ways (like, if you feel that “dissociation” describes your experiences, you don’t have to have a disorder that causes dissociation in order for that to be a meaningful way for you to understand your experiences). you don’t need the permission granted by a disorder to experience symptoms

[screamingreflection]

TRIGGER WARNING - Dermatophagia Post contains photos

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when you think you're doing okay and then take a look at your fingers to realize that you are, in fact, ✨ n o t ✨ okay 🤡

[melancholiccomfort]

- @aghostappearance on Instagram

[screamingreflection]

how do you tell people that the only future you see for yourself is dying at an early age, without them thinking you need serious help?

asking for a friend

[screamingreflection]

my brain: what if they aren't even real? what if you haven't been talking to them and this is something you made up? I guess that would be better than all of 'em working together against you and to make fun of you-

me:

[misanthropicdrugs420]

[screamingreflection]

do you ever love a friend dearly but they are every good thing that you are not and if you're pretty okay at something then they're way better at it and everyone loves them because they are literally perfect and kind and nice and pretty and talented and you can't help but feeling like kys when being in the same room as them because it's a constant reminder that you won't achieve anything in life and you're a waste of fucking space?

because same

[lamotriginerash]

[screamingreflection]

and tomorrow people will see me smiling and joking around, but they don't know how right now i'm looking up if it's possible to overdose on *********

[screamingreflection]

are there others who are suicidal but it's more like an ugh-suicidal?

the want to die is always there in the back of your mind but you rarely act on it, it's just always there. a permanent 'ugh' in your head, an ugh at life and all that it comes with.

i really do not wanna be here

[donotfeedthecat]

*Stephanie Soo enters the chat*