I write sins not five page research papers
Like if I were to write a poetry type thing right now…it would be about the screams. The screaming in your head. I think everyone hears them, just doesn’t talk about it. I used to think I was nuts.
Until I realized it was me screaming. Every time I smile, laugh…anything really, I just feel like I’m screaming for help on the inside. My smile says I’m content. My eyes say Help me. Please. I can’t take it anymore.
But sometimes it feels like nobody hears those screams but me you know? I just feel so alone..
I need someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 2 in the morning and will tell me their favorite songs and their family problems and how they think the earth was made
dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough
I had 3 pieces of chocolate and a bowl of cereal…..
I fucked up.
Nothing tomorrow. Keep me on track, lovelies <3