summertime sadness
Julia, 18 Australia

I have been experiencing this feeling for so long that I can’t imagine what it’s like to not experience it. The worst part is that I have no idea how to explain it to anyone and feel like no one else feels this way. It’s kind of like a feeling of constant dread, or impending doom. As if something is wrong, and then everything is wrong. I can’t even label everything as ‘wrong’, its more that it just doesn’t feel right, or doesn’t feel real. My stomach feels twisted, always held tense and nauseous, my muscles always on edge and painful. I feel everyone’s pain all at once, and nothing at all at the same time. Life has no purpose, there’s no motivation when I feel like this. All I want is to feel normal. 

typically-unique:

I want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but I’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza. 

(via electrictigers)

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crystaltonic on Instagram on We Heart It.
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If you asked me what anxiety was like, I’d probably respond with some poetical bullshit I’d stolen off of someone else and made it look like I had a fantastic mind. I guess to me it’s like standing on the edge of a cliff with someone holding a .44 Magnum revolver at the back of your head and telling you that there’s a safety net at the bottom, but as you look down you can see there is not safety net, and you say so, but they tell you if you don’t jump they’ll kill you anyway so you might as well risk it.

You can tell me to
get over it
When you’ve forgotten
how to breathe
When each breath
feels like
your last

You can tell me to
get over it
When you have
horrible thoughts
going around and around
your brain at
100 
miles per hour
24
hours a day

You can tell me to
get over it
When you’re body
stops functioning
When you can’t stop
sweating
but you’re -100 degrees

You can tell me to
get over it
When standing
in a crowd
can induce something
that literally feels
like you’re going
to die
in that second

You can tell me to
get over it
When these things
are constant
When the only release
you get
Is when
you sleep
Of course, that’s
when you sleep
Which lately isn’t
very often.

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Panic attack/ anxiety
Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
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My copy of “A Witch’s Bible” arrived today! Yay! :)
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I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.