alifechasingchaos:
Misplaced Anger.
Sometimes I notice myself being overcome with rage at little to no provocation.
Rage is absolutely terrifying when you can’t see it coming.
I find myself having breakdowns over small irritations or lashing out at those I love.
Trauma repressed an anger within me that’s forced to find alternate ways to be felt.
I’m so inherently angry for events I often refuse to accept, that I end up fixating on insignificant things to artificially ease my pain.
It’s much easier to be angry than it is to feel grief.
This misplaced anger fractures relationships, creates a perpetual anxiety, and is yet another source of overwhelming guilt.
And yet, confronting the source of my emotional distress is far more terrifying than embracing my rage.
systemic-dreams:
systemic-dreams:
systemic-dreams:
there’s a lady on the train knitting so aggressively and quickly that her needles clack like some sort of cartoon character and I am super intimidated
she smashed out a shawl in like 35 minutes and now she’s aggressively eating a sandwich. i cant
that sandwich is gone. packet of chips? gone. fuel for the knitting machine that she is. she’s at it again
:
When I can’t buy something, why do I feel so empty when I can’t have it? It’s literally a feeling of utter emptiness and it’ll haunt me until I buy it. It’s the little voices in my head that tell me to buy it and won’t stop til I do. They tell me I’ll be sad until I get it but I’m still sad afterwards so why do I give in if I’ll feel empty anyways?
Felt that one.
:
Friend: Why didn’t you text me back?
Me: Oh? I thought I did….must have finished the conversation in my head because you hurt my feelings and then forgot about your ass, my bad
warmkid:
everything feels a lil sad and unreal. i do not feel too alive anymore. im just kinda floating through time
call-me-baabygirl:
“Saddest part was realizing we could have made it work.. If you were truly in love with me, you would have fought for me.. But you didn’t.. And that just means, I loved you more than you loved me.”
— Joanna Adarna (via joxxx358)
