I have super insane social anxiety. So I'm either like, I'm either going to stand here in a corner and everyone's going to think I'm mean. Or I'm going to go say hello to everybody.
— Logic, youtube.com
I have super insane social anxiety. So I'm either like, I'm either going to stand here in a corner and everyone's going to think I'm mean. Or I'm going to go say hello to everybody.
— Logic, youtube.com
It seems weird to me that here we are, alive, not knowing why we are alive, and just going about our business, sort of ignoring that fact. How are we all not looking at each other all the time just like, "Yo, what the fuck?"
I wake up scared and I'm scared all day. I'm scared of being scared. Scared of "losing it". Scared of not being able to function. Scared of being hospitalized. Scared that I am not okay. Scared of what life is and if I am wasting mine. Scared that I have no home - that even the place I call home has…
I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.
You fear that love will do what it always does turn you into rain
I was terrified of losing her before she was even mine to lose.
You deserve love. You deserve a beautiful life. Don’t listen to your anxiety when it tells you you don’t.
i’m at a job interview counting the ‘likes’ i’ve said in my head & i don’t realize that i’ve peeled my left thumbnail further than its destiny intended don’t realize that it is bleeding.
I had never been in a committed relationship with anything except anxiety.
I was anxious and depressed ahead of my time. I didn't need 9/11 to realize that in life, anything can happen. I've been on a state of alert since high school. Code plaid.
My afflictions belong to me and my art - they have become one with me. Without illness and anxiety, I would have been a rudderless ship.. .My art is really a voluntary confession and an attempt to explain to myself my relationship with life - it is, therefore, actually a sort of egoism, but I am con…
And I live with the dead – my mother , my sister [Sophie], my grandfather, my father [who died in 1889, when Munch was in France].. .Every day is the same – my friends have stopped coming – their laughter disturbs me, tortures me.. ..my daily walk round the old castle becomes shorter and shorter, it…
I was walking along a path with two friends — the sun was setting — suddenly the sky turned blood red — I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence — there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city — my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety…
When did I learn to fear even the smallest things.
Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.
I wouldn't call it anxiety so much as dying without dying.
One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end.
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
Those who are extremely anxious wear themselves out and become in a sense their own executioners.
Before men decline into old age, even in the very bloom of youth, they are involved in many troubles, and they cannot escape from the cares, weariness, sorrows, fears, griefs, inconveniences, and anxieties to which mortal life is subject.