I’ll forever be the person who says "It’s okay, I understand" even when my heart is literally shattering.

Literally me for the past 16 months

Saying “I’m back on my bullshit” is funnier when you cycle through hyperfixations at random intervals because no one knows what bullshit you’re talking about unless you’ve made it obvious before or while saying it.

To be back on your bullshit you need to be off your bullshit ever. But I’m over here jumping from bullshit to bullshit like I’m playing some kind of platforming game. The only times I’m not on my bullshit are when I’ve fallen off the platforms and can’t get out of the lava to get back on my bullshit.

Stress having physical effects is so stupid your body's just like "you've been having a real shit time and I'm about to make it worse" I hope you die I hope we both die

im rly just.. rly tired u know. just so tired

One more reason to use the “special stuff”: a lot of the special stuff does not last forever. The special cookies go stale, the special tea loses the special aroma, the special dress gets mysterious stains or mysteriously shrinks, special dishes somehow get chipped, special markers dry out. What a disappointment on the Special Day 😩

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. 

my LGBTQA+ friend group call that mixed fruit

And my mentally ill friend group call that mixed nuts

being LGBTQA+ and a mentally ill friend group call that trail mix