Tumgik
Text
You ever feel alone despite being in a room with people who love you?
2 notes · View notes
Text
Sometimes I like to pretend I’m in The Twilight Zone to rationalize my anxiety.
0 notes
Text
I feel hopeless a lot of the time. Anxiety keeps me up at night and I have one solid means of coping, but I suck at it. What I mean is I like to draw when anxiety creeps up, but I’m not talented. I’ve been drawing/practicing/studying for years and I feel as though I’ll never get better. I don’t see improvement and depression is blocking my creativity. I want to work in the gaming industry but with no skills that won’t happen. I know that if I tell myself I won’t get there that I won’t but how the hell do I break out of this.
0 notes
Text
Tumblr media
Just a mermaid
1 note · View note
Text
Why does this bother me?
I don’t believe in heaven or hell. I don’t believe in God. I do believe, however; souls are recycled. Souls have a home after you die, but what about when there are no bodies left to inhabit. When the universe is dead and gone- where do the souls go. Sometimes I find it easier to imagine souls aren’t real so when we die it’s like nothing ever happened. There would be no consciousness and therefore nothing to worry about because none of this would matter when I’m dead. I won’t have memories, I won’t have thoughts, I won’t exist. I will be nothingness. Just like when it’s the end of everything. So why does it bother me. If one day everything will cease to exist, why do I care about it?
If you read all of that, thank you. Nobody ever wants to listen to me talk about this stuff, but I need to get it off my chest. Even if this is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever read, thank you for reading it.
2 notes · View notes
Text
You told me to stop thinking so far into the future. Now I don’t remember what I wanted or how to think happy thoughts. You asked me to stop so I did. I hope one day I’ll find my way back. Back to who I was.
1 note · View note
Text
It’s such a far fetched life you try to spoon feed me. Little by little it gets more absurd. Everyday I believe in it less.
0 notes
Text
The air is stale.
Inside and out.
I thought it would help.
Where has the magic gone.
The Happiness is now emptiness.
1 note · View note
Text
Does it ever.. get easier?
1 note · View note
Text
Tumblr media
Poe my beloved.
0 notes
Text
I want to explore this world so big, but I cannot for fear it wouldn’t fit in my pocket.
0 notes
Text
My days are dark and my nights are filled with blue light. My chest is boiling full of emotion; but, in the end I am just a microscopic being spinning on a rock in the cosmos.
0 notes
Text
Of course one day I’m going to die, but why obsess over it? Happier days call for happy thoughts- at least that’s what I tell myself.
1 note · View note
Text
Tumblr media
5K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
0 notes
Text
You know...
They say the universe is ever expanding. Surely I am not the only one who finds that truly terrifying. 
2 notes · View notes