Any Day... Of The Damn Week...

Suicide is always an option...

Too true...

What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:

I am unable to do that

I am too stressed out to do that

I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that

My body will physically not allow me to do that

I am on the verge of a panic attack

I cannot do that

What people hear:

I am unwilling to do that

I am just shy

I am overreacting

I am lazy

I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety

I need a push

I don’t want to do that

When you can't stop thinking of him/her... but you know they're gone forever....

Inside my mind

(Arguement with me and me about my boyfriend and my mental state) Me: I love him… I’ll just wait till next month to hug him… Heart: he doesn’t love us… Brain: how about we start hugging Mr. Lust? He loves us more then (boyfriend)… Me: you two aren’t helping…. Heart and brain: dude you’re the unwanted one here. Heart: Brain shut up… you make us have severe depression… Brain: is that so?… why do you make her cry over (bf) every time he neglects us… hmm?… Depression: I think we should go back to bed…. Anxiety: but….. but…. we have…. school… to do… nononono please get up…. you’re making us look bad…. Family: grades need to be perfect. Me: fucking…. let me lay here…. AND DIE!!!!….

(I… have a problem… if you can tell….)

The true bi/pan/ace agenda

-try not to get yelled at by straight people for not being straight -try not to get yelled at by gay people for not being gay -make sure no one finds out that we’re secretly dragons

Me on Valentine's day

Me: *sees a cute couple walking* oh look a cute happy couple

Heart: *very depressed and shallow* My love...

Me: *sees Valentine's stuff* hey look something I'll never get.

Stomach: *growling* chocolateeeee...

Me: *sees my family* haha fuck you all I'm talking to my

Brain: *snarky* must cry and read fanfics and depressing songs of love.

Heart and Stomach: is there chocolate involved?

Brain: do you care?

*ends up crying in the end*

Tonight, I died a little more. One more blow, and I'm gone.

Raemaone Nightinggale

What am I looking at?

Silence will fall …

*giggles drunkly and falls asleep*

Closed rp with raemoanenightinggal

Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.