It’s funny how emotions can be physically painful.. Like when you hear the news that he’s moved on an your heart responds with silent aches.. That you were too late, after all these years..
I’ve become quite good at composing my face and emotions from sobbing to “great thanks, how was your day!”
I don’t get lonely. I don’t want anyone, I don’t need friends, I don’t need a boyfriend, I don’t get jealous.. All I really need is animals around me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why am I so hidden? Why do I want to run away by myself and live away from all the business, all the pollution and concrete jungles.
tumblr is nothing but an escape for me these days. i never use it unless i’m aching.
That feeling. In your chest, you know the one. It hurts, it feels like something is squeezing your chest tighter and tighter. Anxiety makes your hands gently shake, your mind desperately thinking of ways to cover up your hurt, your confusion, your worries, everything. I just want to run, as fast I can, to somewhere far away where no one can contact me. I am not depressed, nor am I happy. I just exist. I want toLIVE.
(Source: pixiee-curse)
I’m so fucking sick of feeling psychotic and everyone just telling me to get over it.
Sure, I get some people saying “it’s fine, i understand” but no. It’s not fine, it’s terrifying. I can’t just shrug it off and get over it for fuck sake.
