And I’m back to tumblr, and just as much of a mess as I was before.
one of the reasons mental illness sucks so fucking much is because people around you can literally tell you again and again that they love you, that they think you’re cool and funny, that they support you in every way, that you’re talented or intelligent, and no matter how many times they say it you’ll always cringe and shake your head and say “no, no i’m not, really” but the SECOND someone says one bad thing about you, even just once. You believe it completely.
I don’t want to go to college. I don’t want to work where I work. I don’t want to do anything I’m doing right now. I don’t want to be me
me: i’m going to clean my room! i’m going to take a shower! i will wake up early and take care of myself!
brain: u know whats fun? rotting.
Stay humble, no matter how much you changed for the better.
Stay kind, no matter how many people broke your heart.
And stay hopeful, no matter how many times you’ve been let down.
shout out to anyone who has seen me get stupidly emotional and insanely insecure but has stuck around anyway
Evening fog bands drift out over San Francisco Bay
Evening fog bands drift out over San Francisco Bay