Thought Catalog


One constant in my life is that I always leave – and probably always will – but the other constant is that I still have friends that love me even though I always leave them behind, so thank you for loving me regardless of where I am.

It honestly breaks my little heart and causes the bricks to be stacks quicker on my burdened chest. My anxiety grows ten fold and the sickening voice inside my head won’t shut up. It’s like all that matters in my life is grey. And muted.