Having an anxiety disorder is like that moment where your chair almost tips or you miss a step going down the stairs but it never stops

(via i-dont-wanna-be-heree)

Good things ahead? I try to believe you but I can’t.

I don’t even know why I’m here anymore

But… It’s different, it’s true with me…they don’t care

What??? No, no please don’t, please stay here

Then why do we never talk?

But I don’t think it would

They don’t. We hardly even talk anymore. I’ve kinda distanced myself from people I don’t know…

I do. I believe you guys care and I don’t know why you do but I’m so so so thankful. But my friends and family don’t… Xoxox I love you too baby

I’m sorry