during the day i feel huge. i tower over everyone i know, i can’t help but to stomp and make so much noise everywhere i go, and i feel like i take up too much space. at night i feel tiny. i lay in bed thinking of everything i did wrong that day, and how i shouldn’t have said anything, and how i made too much noise in too much space. then i remember that there are 7 billion more people in the world and that i’m just a speck of dust on the planet, let alone the universe, and that nothing about me or my friends and family really matters. i don’t know which is worse anymore.
i don’t think i can do this anymore
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like whatHaving both is staying in bed because you don’t want to go to school and then panicking because you don’t want to fail. Having both is wanting to go see your friends so you don’t lose them all, then staying home in bed because you don’t want to make the effort. Having both is insanely hard and sucks to deal with.
before you date a girl with a mental illness, remember: saying, “you’re beautiful” won’t balance the chemicals in her brain.
and don’t fucking say, “i’ll be here for you, no matter what,” if you don’t mean it.
don’t think you’re fixing her by saying, “i love you.” because you’re not
This needs more notes.
not just girls, this covers men too…