*whispers* is anything wrong, love?
I’ve just been really upset and stressed out this week and I want it to end.
I just want to have a good cry in someone’s arms.
It seems like most of the days that start off amazing turn horrible in the end.
99 bottles of self hate on the wall
take one down
toss it around
shit i knocked it on the ground fucking hell i’m such a piece of shit
98 bottles of self hate on the wall
When you get to 0…do you suddenly start liking yourself?
no you turn around and suddenly there’s 99 more bottles
this is actually a really good analogy
Today my sister asked me for a glass of cold water and i sarcastically asked her “how cold” and she said “as frigid as your love life”
this is a psa
social anxiety is:
a feeling of being judged by others, a sometimes crippling anxiety or fear of people or social situations
it is not:
being a loner and/or not having too many friends