dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough
I never thought I would see the day where I say to everyone “I don’t cut anymore”
If you message me, do not put “sorry for wasting your time” or “sorry for bothering you” at the end of your message!!! I’ve seen this way too many times. You are not a waste of my time. You are not a waste of anyone’s time. You are not a waste of time period. Please never say that ever again ok
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.