Internal Monologue

I don’t know if this is something that a lot of people have, but it is definitely my most worrying quality (after self-harm maybe). My internal monologue. I have a voice in my brain that speaks to me constantly, making me worried about the past, worried about the present and worried about the future. ThisContinue reading “Internal Monologue”

My Desire for, and Fear of, Attention

This post is going to show a negative aspect of my character. I’m not very proud of myself for feeling these emotions, but I like to be real and honest, and writing all this done is good for me. So, attention. I love attention. No, I hate attention. No, I love it. I think IContinue reading “My Desire for, and Fear of, Attention”

Depression?

I really don’t like using the word ‘depressed’, and I tense up inside when others use it to describe things that really aren’t depressing. “That cartoon where the chicken died was so DEPRESSING!” No. That cartoon was sad. There’s a difference. I also don’t like using it to describe myself. The definition of depression isContinue reading “Depression?”

Late Night Thoughts

My mind sometimes really hates me. The time when I notice it most is when I’m lying in bed, waiting to fall asleep. I’ll be lying there, staring up into the almost blackness, and my thoughts run wild. Sometimes, if I’m going through a rough patch, sadness and hurt will be the main thoughts swirlingContinue reading “Late Night Thoughts”

Paranoia, and the art of caring too much

I’m not sure if paranoia is a side effect of social anxiety, or it’s just another thing I deal with on a regular basis. The crushing paranoia that this person hates me, that that person talked about me behind my back, that every time I walk past a group of friends laughing, it’s directed atContinue reading “Paranoia, and the art of caring too much”

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