That strange, contradictory feeling when you're dug so far down deep that you no longer feel worthy of the amount of love you know will be necessary to pull you back out again.

Staring into the mirror, trying to convince myself I look more attractive when I'm sad. Or at least...more...interesting.

...hid depressive/anxiety-driven crying fit in cat's belly while aloof and oblivious boyfriend stared at iPad the whole time; used his little paw pads to dry my face while boy never looked up once ( Read more... )

When you're so sad and so...just...done with it all, that when WebMD diagnoses your neck pain as cancer, you think, "What a relief. A way to go that doesn't have to be...specifically, intentionally done by me."

Lately I've been thinking about bridges a lot.

Yesterday, something great and terrible happened. I have been going to a small, family-owned coffee shop on the same day and time every week for long enough that I've become a "regular" and they've memorized my order. To the truest of introverts, this is the greatest dilemma. Upon hearing "Oh, it's you! Green tea bubble tea, right? Large, right?" I ( Read more... )

Waiting for someone (but who you really really like to talk to!) who regularly ignores you for days/weeks on end to realize that you are ignoring them back as passive-aggressive retaliatory punishment is, like, the most pointless thing ever.

And so dull.

*twiddles thumbs*

The worst part about not having a nervous breakdown is how everything stays the same.

That feel when your job doesn't just make you hate your job, it makes you hate your life.

That feel when you have Things To Do, but you really need a nap (in the middle of the afternoon), so you set your alarm for two hours in the future, except then you lay down and just end up spending the whole time dicking around on the stupid internet, and then your alarm goes off and you wasted all that time and you STILL have Things To Do and you ( Read more... )