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15 facts about people with concealed anxiety
You drilled a hole going from your walk in closet to your mom’s. The hole is hidden in the dark so she can’t see it. You can’t wait to show this hole to your alpha male friend, pretending it’s from termites, knowing he’ll
You came home to find out your brother was holding a huge party. It’s 2 A.M. You come in to see a crowd of people drunkenly dancing and arguing. You see your brother passed out on the floor with penis’s drawn on his face. You go upstairs wonde
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“Rogues on Wheels” was an obscure mid 80’s exploitation movie that you happen to be familiar with. You know about it because your mom played a part in it. Usually that would be something to brag about except for two things. The movie
The picture your friend keeps in his binder. It’s a picture of your mom. he keeps it in there along with hundreds of poems he’s written about her. He thinks of her as untouchable to all the scum in the world. He appreciates all the little
Your mom is the school gym teacher. All the boys love her. Well… they don’t love her, per se, they love her ass. As much as this bothers you, you can’t help but sympathize with other horny teenagers whenever they lust for a girl. Even
You’ve seen your mom naked before. You’re one of two people who have. The other being your dad. There are thousands of other men who would have killed for the chance to see your mom naked. You know because you see them in the street looking
The camera he set up in your mom’s room caught and image of the pussy you fell out of. That was used to humiliate you for the rest of your life. You wonder if he’d enjoy doing this to you as much as he does if he knew that you enjoyed it even
Your mom works out at her friend’s home gym. The only problem is that her friend’s son is always such an asshole to you. He constantly brags to his friends about your mom and her “big tits” working out in his house. His friends
Your wrists are in pain due to the ropes digging into them. You’re looking at your mom in her pretty eyes while these men are rummaging through her stuff. They’re pulling out all her drawers. Taking her jewelry, and looking for any money we
You were on vacation with your lifelong friend and his mom. Your mom was there as well. You rented a boat so everybody could have a good time swimming out at sea. When you were still docked and getting ready four frat boy type guys came up to your boat.
You used to love to search the net for candid images of women in public minding their own business. You used to relish in the fact that your were jacking off to somebody’s wife, girlfriend, sister, daughter, or mother. One of the arguments against
That cat was always such an asshole. He’d eat the ham from your sandwiches, and sleep on your chest at night. Even though you know he knows you’re allergic. You’re too afraid to tell your mom that you’re being terrorized by the
imagine the satisfaction of your bully as he sits on his couch with his pants off and stares at your bottomless mother looking back at him lovingly. To think you almost wanted to stop this moment from happening once. When you got so horny you had no choic
You started work at the surveillance equipment shop. You loved it. The people you worked with were very nice to you, although they thought you were kind of weird. you could tell. But at least they weren’t rude about it. You finally felt like you
When your mom wanted a personal trainer you knew just who it should be. You told her about one guy you knew in school who is now a personal trainer for a living. You told her to give him a call but you said that she shouldn’t tell him you told her
You were always told by your mom that things would be different when you passed high school. You were told that the bullies, jocks, and cool kids would all grow up to be losers, and the outcasts, such as yourself, would be the ones to grow up to see perso
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The heist was going along as planned. The charges were set, the getaway car was in place, the plain-clothes security would be distracted for the next hour, and your escape route had been cleared by virtue of fake quarantine. You were waiting in place
You and your mom are going back to her old country, where she used to live up until she was 8 years old. At first you thought you’d be intimidated by this new land, with new customs and rules, but it turned out you were having quite a bit of fun.
What was happening. Those pills should have kicked in 20 minutes ago. Your brother’s enemy would be here any second. How would you explain it to your mom that the boy who put your brother in a coma after sacking him in football just came by for
You didn’t know how to tell your mother this, but you always hated it when she took you to the pool on the weekends. The reason being that you couldn’t swim, and were to afraid to take the necessary steps to try to learn. The last time you
The saying goes “to the victor goes the spoils.” That was an understatement. Although you weren’t a victor in any traditional sense that you knew of. No, this was a victory only a few kindred spirits were aware of. A victory you read
The story of your mom and dad meeting was the stuff of fairytales. Your mom was known both in high-school, as well as in college, as being the pretty, smart, and unique girl that had everything going for her, but carried with her a mysterious air of sadne
You don’t know why your mom lived her life so precautiously and conservatively. Even you, the biggest pussy ass faggot ever (or so your old high school bullies used to say as they kicked you in the stomach and spit on your hunched up wiry frame as you
And that’s when you knew that the drugs you had slipped into your mom’s diet coke had finally kicked in. You were worried for a second there that they wouldn’t work. But not only could she not say a simple sentence, she couldn’t walk either. You
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Bluvelvet99: Bronze Age ClassicOriginally published March. 17, 2014Buddy Cop MovieYou were camping out with your mom and your mom’s friend’s son. He was your age. You weren’t having a good time with him around. The only reason he was out with
Were you breastfed or bottle-fed?: Poll Results The results from the last poll are in. There were 59 voters total.The results weren’t surprising I think.One thing I wasn’t aware of before making the poll, which I wish I was aware of before I did,
P.S. (Rabbit and Scout)Your dad died in the coldest and most remote part of planet earth. He had been there for the past 6 months, doing what he loved, but doing it away from the people he loved. He was researching penguins, the famously monogamous specie
The ShapeIt didn’t take long for your mom to realize that there was something wrong with her pumpkin spiced latte. She shot up and ran to the kitchen window. Her friend, who hadn’t been able to drink as much of her’s due to her diligence at carving
Sorry if there haven’t been too many pictures lately of me, I’m having some major self esteem issues. Ill try my best to keep posting as much as possible. Hoping I can get back to normal soon. Love you all so much
So… tomorrow it’s my first session with a psychologist due to my stress and anxiety, and i read a post here, they were talking about Wonder Woman and her creator William Moulton Marston, and i thought “ok let’s read this” and the post
sssshale: sssshale: I gave my anxiety a name For the past few weeks, I’ve referred to my anxiety as Walter. I dont know where it came from or if it’s helpful in the long run, but it has been nice being able to say things like “fuck OFF, Walter”
I’m completely fucked up right now because I was going to be at home with scraggly hair and no makeup writing with no goddamn pressure and now there is pressure you mean I have to leave my apartment and be in the company of other people until 11:30
holy FUCK I do not want to complete the steps to register my CAR
puppyforpresident: coffee-clubbers: Fuck your standards, fuck your limits and your ideals and the box you think I should fit in. Fuck you, Anxiety and Depression, for thinking you could be my ball and chain. Fuck you for not supporting my lifestyIe.
Ugh, if I don’t go to church, my anxiety will be okay and my Catholic guilt will eat me alive. If I go to church my Catholic guilt will be okay and my anxiety will eat me alive. I fucking hate my life.
I don’t know about you people, but I really, REALLY need my safe person NOW.I want to sleep, because I know it’ll help with my anxiety a bit.I’m so fucking anxious that I am literally unable to sleep.See where this is going? Yeah.Seeing how my safe
hogwartsiscalling: blua: Fuck! I’m in my twenties! Everyone has that moment—the realization that adulthood has arrived, like a runaway train, and there’s no getting out of its way. In attempt to express the contradictions and anxieties that come
coffee-clubbers: Fuck your standards, fuck your limits and your ideals and the box you think I should fit in. Fuck you, Anxiety and Depression, for thinking you could be my ball and chain. Fuck you for not supporting my lifestyIe. Fuck everyone right
melodramatic-murmurs:what if you fucked me so hard that my brain like…. stopped working? haha… and then you like… continued fucking me when i was all mindless like that? ahaha… jk…. unless?? 👀👀
gillandy: does anyone else ever feel guilty for not being mentally ill enough? like your anxiety or depression fucks you up but then you have good days and you’re productive and it’s like, wow clearly I was faking it bc look at me! I’m fine! and
Was hoping for a good night. Maybe I shouldn’t have even works out, it seemed to make things worse. My joints keep hurting so badly and stopping me from doing what I really want or pushing myself or anything even just cardio and my HRM is acting
addrree: yroxis: Personality:I DON’T GIVE A FUCK Anxiety: I do I’ve never related so much
Oh my god my fucking anxiety today I’m actually struggling pretty damn hard
explorersofsky: my life is like that thing in cartoons where the characters are influenced by a little angel and a little devil on their shoulders, except instead of angel and devil it’s “logical thought” and “anxiety disorder”
All of you people that romanticize mental illnesses, have depression/anxiety/anorexia/bulimia/etc blogs, or openly list your mental illnesses in your about me section make me so sick to my stomach. I really do not know what is so fucking glamorous about
How dare you say anything to me. You say I dont try. You say I cant do anything. Worthless. Lazy. You say you dont know me. You want me to talk to you. I have nothing to say. You dont fucking understand and you never will. You laugh in my face when I
richdadzayn:me: damn, anxiety is really fucking my life upPerson Who Does Not Have Anxiety: STOP BEING ANXIOUS, YOUR LIFE WILL BE SO MUCH EASIER :-) JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT IN LIFE, DON’T LET A SILLY THING LIKE ANXIETY STOP YOU!!me: wow, i owe my life
richdadzayn: me: damn, anxiety is really fucking my life upPerson Who Does Not Have Anxiety: STOP BEING ANXIOUS, YOUR LIFE WILL BE SO MUCH EASIER :-) JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT IN LIFE, DON’T LET A SILLY THING LIKE ANXIETY STOP YOU!!me: wow, i owe my life
