I think the worst part of having generalized anxiety disorder and bipolar is that now I’m positive that I’m diagnosed correctly. Before I wasn’t so sure because I was always doing drugs but as of lately, I’ve been sober. I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t do drugs anymore. I don’t have anything to blame but my brain, and this is how it’s always been and how it’s always going to be. Except it’ll get worse as I get older. And it’s pretty bad now and I can’t handle it any worse.
I’m 18 now, I can probably be formally diagnosed with BPD too instead of “borderline tendencies”. But that’s something I mostly want to avoid. Those are a lot of diagnoses to have on my name.
I’m getting so desperate. I’m tired of all the crying and all the pain.
God help me. Help me please.
Jesus fucking Christ AHS IS GONNA MAKE ME KILL MYSELF
WHAT THE FUCK KYLE. WHYD U SNAP THE DOGS FUCKIN NECK U PIECE OF SHIT.
It makes me sad when I see T’s friend post pictures of his girlfriend and him. It makes me miss Tarunbir more. Why does T have to work so fucking much, why don’t we have pictures like that
AHS TIME, PUTAS.
now that i have my debit card i’m really itching to buy some make-up (anastasia’s dip brow and one of their brushes, among other make-ups) but i’m telling myself that my resources aren’t sustainable cos i don’t have a job yet (idk if that was the right word) so if anyone’s interested in buying me stupid make-up HMU :(
I miss my boyfriend so much. I hate him and his stupid job. 👆
I feel very adult-ish.
I’m now a part of Citibank and I need to pay my fees before these bitches drop my classes and I want sushi, BITCH. I think I have a credit card coming next week.
I’m torn between giggling at my people’s accents when they pronounce English words. Right now I’m listening to them say perfume names, “Dolce y Gabbana: Tha Juan Esport”, “Dolce y Gabbana: Ligh Bloo”