sweet misery

G L A M O R I I Z E D

v a g u e h

thank u, next 

I hate the way that I am sometimes. I hate my constant thoughts running through my head at high speed, my constant worry and anxious tendencies, the fact that I procrastinate literally everything. I wake up in the morning and literally can’t do anything. I lack motivation, I have no drive, I feel helpless, hopeless, and worthless. My constant worry only makes me stall even more. I can’t even move sometimes. I can’t even talk about it. I overreact. I’m not taken seriously. “It’ll pass,” they’ll say. It never passes. I just find ways for it to hurt less, find ways to make me forget that my mental state is a complete wreck. It never passes. When will I accept that and finally reach out? Maybe tomorrow it’ll pass.

but I can’t say no to her smile

thank u, next