i miss writing. and im excited for the output i’m going to make come june. but it just sucks that im in a really bad emotional state that i never seem to get around to it. maybe tomorrow i guess.

bpd–daisy:

Me: everything’s good. What do I have to be anxious about?

Brain: well, I’m glad you asked—-

it sucks overthinking everything. not just overthinking, but having all these waves of butterflies overcome you. and nope, not the good butterflies. or if butterflies had small pricks that stab you from within, only then i guess it would be butterflies.

i feel maybe it’s just me being sensitive to everything that’s happening around me. and as much as i don’t expect anyone in my life to see this, or if for some reason i had the courage to show this to you, i’m sorry. 

i know i can be a handful. i know i can be hard to love. hell, i even find it hard to find reasons to love myself. but just know i don’t mean harm. just know that i guess at times i just have desperate cries to feel like i’m loved just as hard as i’m loving others. 

maybe it’s just another funk or slump. i just really want these feelings and thoughts to go away.