me: *at an event thats triggering strong anxiety and bad memories*
mom: why arent you happy?
me: because this is giving me anxiety and i think im having flashbacks
mom: yea but,,,why arent you happy. this should be happy and fun
me: :’/ im just gonna go cut myself in the corner over there k
when they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up a schizophrenic drug addict wasn’t something that ever crossed my mind.
“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.”
““No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough””
— Clementine Von Radics (via naturaekos)
For real about to delete tumblr. I can’t watch my ex throw away her life and our potential baby’s life over dope. I care way too much to sit back and watch it happen.
Definitely learned her drug use mattered more than our child.. And that will kill me everyday when years ago I flushed 200$ worth of drugs the second SHE THOUGHT she was pregnant… Oh but I’m the one whos in love with drugs.
“I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.”
— Carrie Fisher
Sorry that I’m broken. Sorry that I’m insecure. Sorry that I might push you away because of it.
me @ people who cares
I know there’s a lot of tension after Tumblr’s new policy annouced for December 17th, but reblog this if you aren’t leaving Tumblr so that other blogs can know they aren’t going to be completely alone!
