Every time I go back to a story I have bookmarked and it isn’t there anymore, I regret not copying it onto my computer. Not to share, just to have and read again for days when my heart is so broken there is nothing to fix and I am so down that I cannot possibly get up.
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
LIFE HACK: disguise your nervous breakdown as a series of jokes
Doesn’t work, but at least you get to know which of your friends understand breakdowns and panic attacks and anxiety attacks and depression and who will laugh and who will care. At least.
Go ahead. Do your worst.
this is either gonna be a terrible decision on my part or nothing’s gonna happen haha
I’ll only post the successful ones.
i will post every one with reaction gifs
Dearest. I just. You hurt me. I don’t know if you’re my dearest anymore.