having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
I’m overwhelmed and I feel it’s only a matter of time until I get another panic attack. I wish I could relax for a split second but I can’t find my sleeping pills. This day is never ending.
I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you.
I think you’ve got this idea that you’re this strange person that has to trick people into liking you.
But it’s not true, you’re amazing
please don’t be tired of me. im sorry im boring and my stomach is loudand iget sad a lot but please don’t be tired of me.