Of course I feel regretful of some posts but I second guess changing anything because I’d like to think my personal blog is something that is about me (naturally) and maybe I can look back through my tumblr one day and use my posts like photos in a album, as a marker in my life to remember certain parts of it and hopefully think… I’ve come a long way
I’m can’t seem to make anybody happy or do anything right. I’m tired not feeling worth anything or that anything I do that could shut the critics up goes unnoticed.
Any more if I’m not anxious I’m stressed or both and I’m tired of feeling like if I show any ill received or negative emotions I’m weak, needy and socially unacceptable. I work my ass off but I feel like I’m accomplishing little because basic comfortable living is a 6 figure annual debt on a minimum wage rate.
I just fear that before I can actually stop acting like everything is ok I’ll become complacent and fool myself into thinking it’s normal. I feel trapped in the corner like a rat scared of the desperate escape routes that sit idly in the back of my head.
Am I just an emotional burden or do other people have just as much trouble as this personal hell is giving me
Sorry for the short story of unnecessary attention grabby depression