Sometimes, I worry that my mental health will never get better, not because I'm incapable of improving, but because being not okay has become a part of my identity. I've spent so much of my life being anxious and depressed that I'm scared of learning who I am outside of that; Even though I know my life would be far more fulfilling as I continue to get better.
It's 3:00AM. Still haven't slept. Still haven't touched my homework
everywhere I go people are asking me for my email. my email is in high demand. it's rare for me to visit a website without someone getting on their hands and knees, begging me for my email
Why sleep when I can stay up late and convince myself I have more time than I actually do?
Despite using Tumblr on my Chromebook, I still scroll on it like I would if it was on a phone. My finger hurts, and yet I continue
moon snail 🌕
I feel so disappointed, agitated, why couldn't I focus and get this done?
I was supposed to be better. Why does it feel like I'm back at step one?
The anxious buzzing swirls around me and doesn't seem to stop
It's like a never ending carousel, it'll keep spinning 'til I drop
-drop all my responsibilities, give up and run away
-away from all those telling me it'll all be okay
Cause it's not okay, I'm not okay. Don't lie and say I will be
~~Theatre major with a caffeine addiction and constant anxiety~~ [20] [They/Them]
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