it's unbelievable how my mum can piss me off so much i think it's a talent
I feel like every time I'm happy some thought or piece of anxiety comes along and is like nope uh-uh not happening you're not allowed to be happy and then I worry and then when I finally muster up the courage to say what that thought is .. it turns out to be a super silly thought I'm tired of having happy periods and then I worry over something super silly and stupid and it kills my whole mood stupid anxiety
im literally the worst at comforting people, all i do is stay silent and awkwardly pat their back. i dont know how to deal with emotions
I'm a Scorpio lady and I am dating this ♋ man. The sex is good, but that is the only good thing in the relationship. All he shares with me is how he wants to have sex with me. Like I'm some sort of buddy call, no dates, nothing just sex. That not how I see myself in a relationship.
why I feel, my friends, family hate me.. everything I do, it's like nothing in their eyes
this has been on my mind for as long as i remember (a bit tmi) but i cant shake over the fact that some people uses ONLY toilet paper to wipe their ass, like how?? i feel like that just takes so much time as opposed to just use a toilet spray hose, it's faster it's convenient and it actually leaves you CLEAN. i went to france once and i was actually traumatised how they just used toilet papers, at least turkey had a bidet, thank god cause i was this close to not going because i thought they havent. my friend had the exact same problem when studying abroad, she couldn't stand just using papers so she carries plastic water bottles with the pull push cap around everywhere she goes. honestly, the toilets are actually huge factors to me when travelling, if they dont have a spray or at least a bidet, im not going
Everything is annoying but no, yelling by myself at home didn't help me calm down. Fuck! Now I'm in public so I can't even yell. Doesn't help that soon I have to sit on the bus for three hours.
I hate the standard that tall=attractive.
I hurt my back somehow, and I don't even really know what I did. But I'm terrified that this pain is something I'm stuck with forever, just like my dad. This constant pain that on good days is only inconvenient and on bad days is incapacitating. My back seized up so bad earlier that I could barely breathe, I was gasping for air. My dad sat around and let his chronic pain consume him, drawing him to get addicted to pain meds (and several worse things), dragging him back into being an alcoholic. I know that these things were mostly his choice, and how he decided to handle things. But I can't help but fear that his path is the road I'll find myself on. A depressed, lonely person living in self pity in a constant high trying to forget the pain. At least when he broke down, he already had a family. I have no one.
You continue to make me feel like an ass, when something isn't going the way that you want, I know how to cope, you get all angry and frustrated. Then when I'm crying because I have no idea what I did this time, and you tell me I'm just throwing myself a pity party. You say you're going to be late for work, yet you won't just leave. Instead of sleeping, you play videogames then get upset at me that you have to go to work and you're exhausted. Ik I make you feel bad sometimes too, but at least when I fuck up, I come to you and apologize, you don't acknowledge the fact you were in the wrong. Everything is my fault, all of the time, you do you, and continue never to do any wrong, you perfect asshole.