I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Pop punk songs make you want to start a fucking riot or leave you crying on the floor there is no in between
The timing in which people enter your life is very important.
Social anxiety isn’t “omg I hate people lol I wish I was sleeping and watching netflix!”.
It’s “I want desperately to be able to hang out with people but I hate the feeling of sheer panic and fear I get around them so I don’t/ can’t and it eats away at me every day so I end up just staying home and say I’m sleeping or watching something”
things to not show in school
- a pack of gum
Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore.
You knew I was fragile, but you fucking dropped me anyway.