Feeling p worthless tbh
Sometimes I get super manic about how people see me. Like what good qualities do people think I have. What do people like about me. Am I pretty? Why? Etc. Usually triggered by a healthy dose of anxiety and self-loathing. This has been going on for about a week now and I’m about to explode.
I ask Chris all the time and he just says I’m cute. And that I’m smart and pretty if I prod him enough. But he doesn’t like to talk so that’s as much as I can get.
why is it that tumblr almost never shows me that i have messages, even when i’m using an actual computer
oh and it mah birfdai.
Dan fucking ruins it. Every year he ruins it.
Celebrating my birthday today. Chris couldn’t get up. Almost didn’t get to go eat where I wanted.
Doing laundry at mom’s. Dan starts a fight and tries to hurt me and mom blames it on me. I’m at fault because I screamed, never mind how he kept saying he was gonna “punish” me. I *screamed*.
(I just asked him to clean up his pee.)
If Linkin Park plays in the forest and no one is around to hear it, in the end, does it even matter?
Have you ever been so positive that someone likes you and it makes you uncomfortable but you won’t say anything just on the off chance you are wrong and will look silly
Anxiety and low self-esteem ftw.
You know, until I started making friends on tumblr and others began sharing similar stories, I would never have come to this conclusion. I still look in the mirror sometimes when I feel anxious about what to do, and think, “Why me? I’m fat in all the wrong places.”