#constant fear

[glitter-stained]

You guys ever worry that your attempts at being specific accurate and exhaustive in your reasoning might make you sound arrogant or annoying to other people and therefore paradoxically take away from the credibility of your reasoning? hahahahaha

[fieriframes]

[I LIVE IN CONSTANT FEAR. AWAKENING MUST BE NEAR. I'M SLEEPING IN A DREAMHOUSE. UP IN A TREE. EVERYONE LOVES THE PIZZA. I THINK THE SAUCE IS EVERYTHING.]

[auntiejohn]

if you think im being mean to you IM NOT im just stupid and can't work stuff correctly💔💔

[beatsforbrothels]

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Bohren & der Club of Gore - Constant Fear

[samlickereightyone]

bf turned to me and went “what if they play new music at a concert” in the most worried voice. now he’s thinking like an mcr fan

[saintwithout-a-cause]

thinking about how prolonged poverty is so overwhelmingly traumatic and has fundamentally changed who I am as a person on this Sunday evening

[cant-touch-these-posts]

What do you think?

I am a teenager.

Everytime I tell someone about how I feel or what is currently happening inside my head, I get told off by "You're a teenager, it's normal"

But is it really normal for a teenager to have no social interactions at all? Is it normal to have no friends to talk to, to be the outcast at school and to be "the weird one"? Is it normal to have the constant desire to cut your arms open? Is it normal to enter panic-mode as soon as I'm alone with my thoughts without music? Is it normal to sit in the rain, crying for 2 hours because you don't have the strength to get up again?

Everytime I try to talk to someone about anything that is bothering me, I get told that I "Overdramatize" and that I am just a teenager and that it's all completely normal.

I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be the outcast just because I don't torture my skin with applying Tons of Make-Up everyday. I don't want to be laughed at just because I don't understand myself.

What can I do?

I just need answers. Please help me, tumblr

[livingvssurviving]

I miss myself

When your mental state gets to a state that you can no longer go about your life as you once were, you appreciate who you once were so much more.

I have been told that I hate people now. It's not true. I was a people person before and I still am....just, minus the people. That still counts, right? Oh, there is a person, let me just have an anxiety attack real quick then go back to saying how much I'm a people person.

Someday I'll be myself again, just not today, probably not tomorrow...but, until I am, I'm going to keep missing myself.