can’t my serotonin levels just regulate their fucking selves. grow up

me: if youre dead you dont have to do homework or get stressed over school so it would eliminate anxiety

my therapist:

i’m so emotionally damaged that i cry when people show me that they actually care about me lmao

Self isolating and then getting upset when you see your friends having fun without you and using this to validate the notion that nobody really needs you or will miss you if you’re gone

you know when you feel the exact moment your mood drops. like that One Second where you’re like Ah Here We Go Again

There is literally nothing in nature that blooms all year long, so do not expect yourself to do so.

(via bl-ossomed)

scientific research has recently indicated that i spend an avg of 90% of my life on the verge of tears

The other 10% is the actual crying

me @ myself: maybe u should try not to depend so much on validation and attention from others because u really let it dictate your mood and it’s so unhealthy

me: huh. interesting. anyway whom here loves me

Just finished crying

Crying again

someone: im literally dying i just got stabbed please call 911

my self-obsessed ass: haha (: that reminds me of the time i was at the hospital march 6th 2005 at approximately 4:56pm (: i was so sick!!! ugh hate that feeling haha

criminal *pointing gun at my head*: i wanna hear you beg for your life. Beg for me to let you stay alive!!! me: HAHA criminal: ..wha me: youre definitely barking up the wrong tree on that one pal

therapist: how are you? me: fine how are you

being mentally ill is so tiring even when you’re not doing anything like damn I’m just sitting here and my brain wears me out

waking up is the second hardest thing in the morning after crippling depression

no offense but why is being alive so consistently bad