Why is a person made fun of when they say that someone has hurt their feelings? “Oh, I hurt your feelings? What are you, five? Grow up.” Uh, no, how about you be a decent human being and watch how you talk to people?
Even if people don’t actually say that to your face, you still somehow feel like a child when you say that someone hurt your feelings, as if you should be able to let everything roll off your shoulders. Why is that?
At the verge of crying again, like why doesn’t anyone want to hang out with me? they always find excuses to not, why am I always left. I’m so fucking tired of always being the second choice. Am I really that bad? God, I just wish for one time in my life, I would be someone’s first choice.
I hate ruining a good conversation with one wrong comment… literally the worst feeling.
Small hiatus while I regroup my thoughts and feelings
-$1,000 accidentally overdrawn and I don’t get paid for 11 more days. I have no actual food. No idea what to do at all…
“Teaching” has stressed me out to the point of panic attacks again.
I’m healthy, physically, but not mentally.
My pancake sized bruise is turning dark purple/black and it fucking HURTS.
I’m writing, yes, but posting less because it’s all in my long fic.
But you know what else?
Now I’m getting anon asks telling me my tumblr friends are fake. They’ve said some things that only a few friends would know, so someone who has been a friend here is saying this to me.
Says being my friend was a waste of time and they’re worse off for it.
Says that many of my followers are purposefully only “liking” my fics and never leaving comments to get me to give up.
I’ve deleted all of them, I only posted 1, but it’s weighing heavily on me and I just needed to not hold this in anymore. It’s been a few days of it.
x Nothing hurts my feels more than when people pretend to listen while you get over existed to share. Then you just see them tune you out and reply with “ooo” “ahh” “really?” “wow!”
x Even worse is when they fool you into believing they care and you bring it up later and they have no idea what you’re talking about…BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T CARE TO LISTEN
It’s not that you left that hurts the most, it’s how you did it. Not once, but twice.
How I had to ask your friend and him telling me why.
The realisation that you thought I wasn’t even worth talking to, in the end I wasn’t even worth a single explanation or a good bye.
I feel like now a days it’s shameful to feel things. I catch myself thinking “oh you’ve only talked to him for a few months you shouldn’t be hurt from it not working out,” but you feel what you feel. A few months of being fully invested in something and having it not work out should hurt, and that should be okay. Feel it, grieve it, move forward. Stop trying to belittle what you feel because you think you shouldn’t be feeling that way.
my friends immediately changing the subject when i message them about something important to me is a whole other level of hurt
Good things came from within, right? But why everything that I saw is chaos?
I had a nightmare, I guess. I had a hard time dealing with everyone’s anxiety, it feels like they attack me. I feel like they asked for demand, that I have to help them. It feels like a huge responsibility has been put in my shoulder, yet again.
This feeling makes me unable to do anything else. I’ve been denying myself for days now. I do things to distract myself from those thoughts. I don’t want to be anyone’s puppet. I really unable to help them, there’s too much wound in me already.
Cause i have no clue :(
My favourite hobby is only having feelings for guys who don’t reciprocate them for me
