I had a dream about you last night. I was happy because we were still together, but then I relived everything you did to me. Now i sit here crying over all of it thinking its all my fault, when it was only yours. I hope you know what you did to me, i hope you realized that you killed me.
your hands were the warmest thing that ever touched my heart
― S.A. (via wnq-writers)
just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time
it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness
thanks
TAKE NOTE.
HEY LOOK
