nervous wreck

I really need to work on not being this way.

The triggers aren’t always bombastic, as cataclysmic as erupting volcanoes. Often, they come in the visage of spilled drinks, cancelled plans, sporadic waves of inadequacy. It’s never usually a roof falling on you that sends you over the edge, it’s the dripping of a broken light.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

Only person I judge is the one in the mirror, and lately he ain’t doin’ well.

me: i literally couldnt care less about what people think about me

I was in the studio and I was thinking about all of the people that I probably could’ve had really cool relationships with that I didn’t give the time of day to because I was too insecure to interpret their feelings as real. It was easier for me to write them off and think ‘Oh, they must say that to everybody’ or 'Oh, they don’t really love me’ or to create problems in them because of my own insecurities, to think they didn’t really like me that much. It was like 'When I love myself then I can love someone else.’