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Do you ever feel like people want pieces of you but never all of you?

i like my men obsessed, perverted, and a little goofy

insane that some people are born sooooo talented and I was born with an anxiety disorder

Wish I still had excitement when it came to my birthday coming around ...it's just sadness coz bad memories or just in general never had a good birthday. Oh and the lovely thought of being another year older.

Nothing ever to look forward to.

...this

Just because you love me, doesn’t mean I feel loved by you.

That kinda pain never goes away it lingers.

being an adult is just saying to yourself “this is the weekend i’ll clean my [x]” and then proceeding to not do that because it’s the weekend and you deserve to relax, goddamnit

Me every night it tears my insides apart

“Sometimes I don’t even know how to react when I’m hurt. I just zone out for a while until it all hits at once.”

— Unknown

People don't understand.

Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better

— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )

— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient

— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.

— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.

— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.

— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way

— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.

i just wanna be used as a fuck toy. let me lay there while u do what u want to me < 3

“I’ve been hurt more than I’ve been loved.”

—

😆😆

ways bisexuals communicate

finger guns

thumbs up

peace signs

salutes

“y’all”

I’m proud of me because I’ve survived the days I thought I couldn’t

aftercare so she doesn’t feel gross or used >>>

sunlight in the hair … and the blue sky fixed forever in your eyes