ESCAPE

Still using Tumblr like it’s a diary. Nothing changed.

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

It’s crazy how real this is

Why does being alive have to be so hard?

I’m fucking miserable and I have no fucking idea how to fix it cause everything feels impossible

Why do I even bother trying anymore. Nothing i do is ever good enough

Everyday I wake up and go ‘SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME!!!’ and then I go to work

I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all.