
I’m sorry this is like so real ik girl talk is mostly for fun but ugh. Just ugh. Why is it so hard. I never gave in because I think it’ll be worth it one day, but the ocd in me will say no, it won’t be. Or the anxiety makes me wonder if it will be. Lord. What the fuck does one do when shit gets hard. I don’t even know anymore. I need better coping mechanisms. If you have one. Let me know. I can never stick to it unfortunately, and I always end up drunk & procrastinating, wanting to smoke
And i quit smoking almost a year ago. So I extra shouldn’t, and I only quit for my career path and dream. Sometimes I think I’ll end up a crackhead, but I hold onto the dream of being a nurse. And that simple direct line is so fucking real. I don’t want to put my mom in debt fucking up one way or the other always trying to fix myself. Why is it so hard.
I am simply in a mood bc I had a bit to drink but like damn my reels were fueled with mommy and daddy issues tn and I am struggling in my classes lowkey right now and I genuinely teared up at this. I was almost misdiagnosed with bpd so I entirely get you & thank you. GodDAMN the past is the past for a reason. People like you is why I’m still here (and my dog who was conveniently timed for my depression lol) but damn. Life. Thank you & love you & keep pushing. We do got this