Hi, i'm Brianna. i spend WAAAY too much time on the internet. i'm a total insomniac. my mouth moves faster then my brain, try not to be offended. i love movies, especially old movies, and music, usually rock but as long as it's loud i'm not too likely to complain. i would go to shows everyday if i could. i'm a HUGE fan of hyperbole. i'm fascinated by serial killers (but not in a weird creepy way, I swear). my friends are the coolest people you'll never meet. i want to do everything. i don't want to look back and say my life was boring. i'm abrasive, sarcastic, tempermental, loud, random, and a bunch of other things but mostly i'm fun. "i'm every cliche, but i simply do it best."
The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse.
Ten years of experience (via punkasspoet)
i want someone to love me as much as i hate myself
I think maybe I have that finally