Today I was approached by a homeless man who asked if I had any change. I only had two dimes, but I gave it to him anyway. As I watched him walk away, he put the dimes in an expired parking meter of a strangers car. MMT
Today, while I was driving my grandfather to his doctor's appointment, I complained about hitting 2 red lights in a row. My grandfather chuckled and said, "You always complain about the red lights, but you never celebrate the green ones." MMT
Today, my friends took my phone and changed all the contact’s names to characters from Harry Potter. I have over a hundred contacts and no idea who I’m talking to. I’ve been texting Draco Malfoy for 4 hours now. FML
“I fall in love with someone about twice a week, but I’m starting to think that’s a common problem with writers, that they have a dangerous excess of love that they give away to near strangers or turn inward on thier private little worlds.”—ZACH VANDEZANDE (via sleepanddream) (via standverystill) (via dilaudid) (via unicornology) (via pretty-bird)
I feel sick, I’ve had over four panic attacks in this weekend alone.
1. College Essay writing with my friends in which I repeated, “I’m not going to college” and silently cried as they all wrote their essays and asked my father to pick me up. In the car I had a panic attack, and we got in a fight. When he saw me shaking, gasping for breath, and crying he felt bad and tried to make it better.
2. This morning I didn’t know I had to work, and had a panic attack when I got a call saying I had to work and that I didn’t come in. I wasn’t fired, but I was sure I would be.
3. Coming home to find that I could not find my phone charger or my textbook.
4. After having the 3rd panic attack I had five minutes of straight flashbacks and proceeded to have a panic attack.
What the hell is wrong with me. I need to get out of here.
Is there something wrong with me? Just kidding, I know that there is.
I am extremly emotional right now because I finally faced my feelings- how teenage angsty of me. I can’t really understand what’s wrong with me at the given moment but let’s just say it’s not good. I have Cappie Casey Syndrome, but my Cappie is not nearly as great. Mine has an attitude, mine has problems, and mine doesn’t get love. Yet here I am, with my big heart letting it all be okay. My heart is too big, too forgiving. I’m not that smart when it comes to this…. I just don’t know what to do.