It’s 9:24 pm. I’ve been crying pretty much all day and I’ve had a panic attack. I’m terrified of a lot of things…but mostly I’m terrified that I don’t know how to help myself.
All the black is really white,
[[Take your best shot. Ask me]]
I love you.
If you believe it.
As your time is running out,
Let me take away your doubt,
You can find a better a place...
In this twilight.
Stupid Jeeska face
just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time
it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness