"Why did you want to kill yourself?"
"It's a long story."
"I want to help you."
"Well I'm going to try anyway."
"Yeah, I know you are. You'll help for a week or two and then when I start to feel close to you I'll tell you my secrets and you'll find out how bad I really am. Then you'll say how upset you are that I'm so depressed and you'll say you'll get me help. You'll make empty promises, you'll pretend like you care when inside you've given up on me. I'll learn that I can't tell you those things anymore, and you willstop asking about them, even though you know it's still happening. We'll grow distant and I'll hate myself for opening up to you. You won't realise that I'll try to kill myself again. We'll still talk, but there will always be that awkwardness. Because you gave up. Because everyone does in the end. Your closest friends become far away figures and you are left on your own to cope with these fucked up emotions and you have no idea how. Everyone gives up and I mean everyone. And that, more than anything, made me want to die."
Well done. You managed to have another anxiety attack. More so at a beer/music festival which should be your comfort zone and right infront of someone you actually feel attracted to. Well done Henry, you’ve fucked up in life even more than you thought you could
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I try to avoid talking about this. I know some of you may be aware of it. But my anxiety/depression is really getting the best of me again. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. And I know how it’s going to happen. I face the place of event nearly every day. How I’d go about it and how I’d tie all loose ends with people. In a weird kind of way, it gives me comfort...
George: You wanna go to The Bobbin on Saturday?
Me: Yeah, ofcourse
George: Good. I got the job there by the way
Why do I have a feeling I'm being roped into keeping him company while he works instead of actually going out?
Still can’t believe that Jeff Hanneman from Slayer is dead, things like that...– Rob Flynn (Machine Head)
Conquering social anxiety: Learning how to say "FUCK IT!" to people's comments and opinions about you.
You know your son loves you if he’s willing to go out of his way to get you sharks with laser beams attached to their heads
Lady.Luck.: “I didn’t know a goddamn thing that... →
freeasforeveris: “I didn’t know a goddamn thing that night, If I knew what was ahead of me I may of stayed in bed or I may have felt better about that night but who knows life is like that we change, that’s all. You see, the guy I am now is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now he’d…
"Oi, spread your lips"
I usually try to avoid conflict at all times. However, tonight when I met up with my sister and her friend, we decided to head to the take-away before heading home. Once we were in there, a few “lads” asked my sister and her friend their names. After they told them, the “lads” proceeded to shout shit such as “Straddle me lap” and “spread your...
Just a quick video of me showing why I love the Maxon OD808 so much. Playing an Ibanez AXS32 into a Blackstar HT Stage 60. Please excuse sound quality, recorded using the mic on my mac
May 30 2010, I took the train down to Manchester for the night to see, what would end up being one of the greatest performances of my life. It was everything a young Metal Head could have wanted to experience from a Slayer show. I arrived feeling anxious of the violence that I’d heard of from their shows. What I actually experienced was some of the friendliest people on earth just...
I’ve got people I want to understand and people I want to be understood by.– Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)