Having an anxiety attack in the middle of the office, in front of everyone (clients and co-workers) is absolutely mortifying. I couldn't breath, couldn't stop crying and the only thing I was able to feel is embarrassment. And it shouldn't be like that. I know it shouldn't, and there is nothing to be ashamed of, it happens when it happens. But fuck me if I wasn't feeling pathetic and stupid in a moment like that, being more worried to stop crying and making a fool of myself instead on focusing on, I don't know, how to fucking breath again.
It is really a horrible day.
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I try to stay away from discourse but this is just rubs me the wrong way.
I hate how my generation of lgbt people hate on gay men so much and act like they are these spoilt privileged people. Like gay men have historically and still currently all over the world faced some of the most horrible homophobic violence. Even in countries where gay marriage is legal.
It just disgusts me honestly. You can talk about problems in the gay male community without completing disregarding all their struggles. They aren’t the “straight people” of the community. They aren’t the privileged monolithic overlords. Do you hear yourself?
Like hot take but maybe gay men are being stand-offish to you because you are saying the most untrue , heartless and heinous things about them that completely disregards their important impact and their trauma
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... tbh sometimes i really can't help but wonder
how did someone like me who makes so many mistakes, often repeating the same mistakes when i try my best not to, meet so many wonderful and amazing people? how is it that no matter what there's... always people there?
like i'm not saying that to brag or anything, it just... i make so many mistakes and it takes me forever to do anything, but even when i have fights or fallings out and never talk to some people again: there's always other people there
and i... genuinely never have fully understood that
how did i pull that off? is it just my mannerisms? how quickly i am to talk to people? what God wants? like, i'm grateful for it, but it... honestly confuses me a lot of the time, i've never imagined myself anything special, shouldn't i have just messed up and run out of people to talk to by now? i try really hard, but then i make the same mistakes without even realizing it until i've done it: how is everyone not sick of that already?
... maybe it's just bc april makes me just a little weird, idk, but
i'm thankful for it, just................ confused, and every time i think about it i just get upset after a while and stop wondering about it...
... wondering what you all see in me, sometimes, and becoming very afraid i can't live up to that expectation or ideal and i'm gonna let you down one day
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14 year old me deserved better
we shouldn't have been bullied, our parents shouldn't have emotionally neglected us, we shouldn't have been allowed free reign on the internet
i have irreversible trauma all because my parents didn't understand the difference between giving shelter & food to someone and real parenting
i felt abandoned and unloved and pushed away and hated
i felt utterly worthless to, and unwanted by, the very people who had fought to have me
my parents went through IVF to have me, you know, and yet my whole life I've never really felt loved or wanted by them
i ended up so alone and scared i fell into an older person's trap and was hurt in ways that i didn't understand back then
i felt so broken and discarded, like i truly had nothing left to give to anyone else
it really fucked me up
i understand how this all happened and it sickens me
i hate that some parents hate their children and hurt them internationally, i hate that some parents don't know love and therefore can't give it to their own children in the future
i hate that people refuse to accept that girls can be evil and predatory, i hate that we treat victims as criminals even if they "followed every rule"
its no wonder i gave up on my education in the end
its no wonder i stopped living
im stuck and I feel helpless
i was talking to people, I was getting help, I was making progress (and technically i still am but not in ways that truly help in the long run) but it got too overwhelming and i just fucking shut down again
i feel trapped in a body that doesn't belong to me
it never did and never will
i feel trapped in a cycle of anger and sadness and sickness and exhaustion
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i feel so fucking stuck
so fucking done
i woke up at 6am today and i couldn't fall back asleep
i trued writing it off, literally by writing fanfiction, and I've refreshed tumblr and twitter so many times since I woke up that in kind of sick of them
its now 8am and I feel dead
but not energy wise
just emotionally unwound
I'll probably feel better after i have some water and talk to my boyfriend, knowing me
but i wanted to talk about how just fucked everything feels
i feel like a vase someone smashed into smithereens and that was put back together with paper mache and string
her name kills me almost every time I see or hear it now
i think i might hate myself less than her these days, honestly
she stole my innocence and my trust and my childish love
she robbed me of a colour, of a book series, of a movie, of a flower and of so much more
she probably doesn't even remember me anymore, if she's still alive after everything
i don't know what I'd prefer
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would i rather she got help and found love and happiness?
would i rather the opposite?
i feel too tired to care
she's not the last, nor am i certain she was truly the first
but she ruined me in ways nobody else could dream to
she left a sickness in my veins that i cant get rid of
its almost become lovely
i would miss it if it were gone
the hate is ugly and hisses, but i take comfort in its heat
maybe i am broken, maybe she broke me, maybe
i woke up today with terrible thoughts of things i dont want to do to myself or to others
thats fucked up
i can't remember if i was always like this or if she did this
maybe its both
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all i know is that im tired
i want to stop hurting
i want to stop being scared
i want to stop being angry
i want to stop being sad
i want to stop being so tired
i just want to live and love
i love people, i do
i hate feeling such strong hatred that im not so sure is even really my own
i just want to be happy
i feel sick
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