Just the fact that you bought me flowers & never have for a girl before makes me feel special. Luckiest lady.
I HATE having one, more than anything. It debilitates me from relaxation & ease. It doesn’t help it how much mental stress you put me through, no that never matters. How I feel is hardly ever in the equation.
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack
and then repeat them
this is really selfish but
why can’t mental illness be like any other kind of sickness where you go to hospital and your loved ones come and give you flowers and tell you that they love you and hold your hand and make sure you get better
why doesn’t that happen instead of awkward silences and embarrassing tears and messy bedsheets and a bunch of other stuff no one actually talks about
w h y
I can’t find a single selfish thing in that.