talking to someone who views every situation as a personal attack and lives in a constant state of victimhood. pure agony and pain.
the older I get the more I realize what a great job my parents did raising me, cause some of these people are just... wow.
"you good?"
no. I need to change my identity, move to another country and start a new life.
no. I need to change my identity, move to another country and start a new life.
the only two constant moods:
1. what the fuck is wrong with me.
2. what the fuck is wrong with everyone else.
1. what the fuck is wrong with me.
2. what the fuck is wrong with everyone else.
toxic trait: not feeling any sense of accomplishment after achieving something, just a mild sense of relief that it's done.
if someone's excited about something and you make them feel stupid for being excited about it, you're the worst fuck ass type of person to exist and I hold zero respect for you.
"some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must lead."
- charles bukowski
- charles bukowski
life so confusing recently, I don't even know if I'm sad, happy, stressed or numb anymore.
how unfair. they push you to your limits, provoke you until you're hurt and angry, and the moment you finally react, they act like you're the problem. suddenly, you're the toxic one. you're the overreacting one. but when they do something wrong, it's always excused. you're not allowed to become upset. your emotions are constantly invalidated, and somehow you're always the one left questioning yourself as if feeling deeply is a crime.
I can do both. being mature and immature, being introverted and extroverted, being anxious and nonchalant, being confident and insecure. it wholeheartedly depends on my mood, the situation and the people.
listening to the same song over and over again because I feel every single word of its lyrics deep in my skin and bones.