changes in your thoughts, behavior, or mental health. psychosis (loss of contact with reality),anxiety,sadness,crying spells, loss of interest in activities you used to enjoy, irritability, anger, changes in appetite or weight, difficulty concentrating, withdrawing from friends or family, lack of energy, feelings of worthlessness or guilt,peeling skin, especially on the palms red, cracked, and...
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.– Friedrich Nietzsche (via senshuk)
aveiledspirit: I am quite forgetful I am quite forgettable I am quite forgotten
Brains in love and brains in lust are not identical. Erotic photos activate the...– (via aveiledspirit)
Going through this by myself is actually lonelier than I expected. I wish there were someone I could tell.
The fuck with these side effects. Of course no one knows what’s going on with me so might as well deal with it like this. At least I have some Malibu chocolates my coworker got for me.
I love rainy days like these especially when it cools down after a week of 100 degree weather. It always sets me in a mood to think and reminisce but mostly think. Yah I do miss the past a lot and I often worry about the future, but right now I’m in a really good place. Time to listen to some epitone, epik high, and youhna now.
I’ll be in the frozen department wearing my winter clothes while all of you suffer in the heat today. :D
I need tips on how to be a good girl friend and romantic. x_____x
devalexwg: Everything seems so much more beautiful. You seem more beautiful.
Strange…since when did we become such good friends? You never fail to surprise me. It’s always a good feeling to be remembered by a friend you love but you’re distant with. Ha friend…. kind of feels weird referring you as that, but I guess this is how it will have to be. It’s a bit of a bittersweet feeling though. I do try my best to be happy without you…scratch...
doroshiix33: I’m such a mess, gargh. Please turn back the time.
I wish things made sense in my head. I don’t but I want help.
Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via yeatsofhell)
liveinpastels: A paroxysm of flustered emotions inked on blank canvas paper, perpetually growing with each aching pulse. Using blood as substitute for ink, I bleed out the accounts of my life for the sake of my own vanity. My muse has forsaken me, therefore I forsake the world ‘cause without meaning, what is the purpose of living? My ego wants to put you to shame, but I haven’t the guts so...
daulism: the past that makes you cry will make you grow the loneliness that makes you cry will make you strong do not regret your past do not forget your past past is just past anyway it does not exist it can not exist it will remain in you but it can not rule you as it is only memories since you already have a different world, you should be the person in that world.„ nothing else ∞∞∞∞∞
Idk… I feel kind of hurt again… What the fuck am I doing with my fucking life?
I usually don’t have an appetite anymore except for when I’m happy. For a moment I just eat because I realize what I’m doing is stupid. But sometimes when I do try to eat my stomach hurts. I’m talking to Sammee right now and I’m eating a bowl of yummy spaghetti. Probably one of the first things I’ve eaten all day. mmm~ :3
daulism: i dont care about being remembered i dont care about being forgotten i dont care about being loved by everyone i just want to be loved by someone who can i want it to last ☆★☆★☆★
Le shit...le fuck
I feel like school never ended. Le all-nighter shit. Le fuck with this ap world, calc, and english raping me of my summer. Idk about you but house chores get my mind off this frustration of feeling dumb as fuck.