It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.
“Confronting our feelings and giving them appropriate expression always takes strength, not weakness. It takes strength to acknowledge our anger, and sometimes more strength yet to curb our aggressive urges anger may bring and to channel them into nonviolent outlets. It takes strength to face our sadness and to grieve and to let our grief and anger flow in tears when they need to. It takes strength to talk about our feelings and to reach out for help and comfort when we need it.”—Fred Rogers (via citythatistocome)
The feelings of inadequacy are overwhelming. This emptiness begins to taunt me. Dragging me down into the depths. Haunting thoughts of my worthlessness surface and I begin to revert back. A relapse is on the horizon and I’m torn. On one hand, I fear the lengths I will go to feel something,…
I can’t help but be a complete bitch to most of the customers because I really fucking hate my job. I know I’m supposed to be nice to all the customers but people are fucking rude and obnoxious and picky as fuck.
Another night of feeling absolutely horrible, lying in bed over thinking. The only thing that makes me feel better is the OCD camp programme as I can completely relate to them.
Last night was an actual disaster yet again. I literally can’t go on like this feeling invisible, worrying because nothing ever goes to plan, feeling inadequate in comparison to every other guy and being so self-conscious I freak out when left alone. And I know it’s all my fault which makes me even worse.
I need someone to look after me before I flip out and lose it.