I’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me. It’s like the night is taking sides with all the worries that occupy the back of my mind.
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
i’m that friend that has to walk behind the others when the sidewalk doesn’t fit a group of three
I think about this post a lot
(via n0-mor3)
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like what
Yeah
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