Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell
when somebody jokes about ur insecurities
Reblog if you have ever started watching a show because you saw so much of it on your dash.
Sometimes I can’t figure out if someone is actually interested in me or using me as a temporary fix to fill what ever void of loneliness they have in their lives.
my fucking life