I remember back in middle school when I tried so hard to fit in and be more sociable with almost anyone that I knew, with the exception of a few, and today, I realized that the things that I did in middle school made me feel ashamed and embarrassed for myself. Now, I hardly try to make conversation with anyone, and I tried hard to not make any new friends, why? I’m not quite sure, but I’m happy with a few friends rather than a large number of friends, I think the less friends I have the less I’ll end up making a fool of myself, and I kind of want to keep it that way.
I’m really missing the rain right now. I like to sit in my room and listen to music while scrolling through Tumblr as it rains outside. Texas needs to rain more, and I’m seriously hoping Wednesday and Thursday starts pouring.
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
when you meet someone cool
when that person thinks you’re cool
when you become cool friends with that person
when you do cool stuff together
back in my day the reblog button was on the top. we had to scroll 15 miles through the snow, uphill both ways.
back in my day if you reblogged a post from your dashboard you’d have to make sure to open it in a new tab or window or else you’d have to scroll all the way back down through 15 miles of read posts until you found your place again
ask any high school student what they wanna do once they leave high school and watch them cry right in front of you