you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
voldemort calls harry ‘weak’ while he literally cannot kill a frickin 15 yr old boy. i could kill a 15 yr old boy.
do you ever just listen to someone’s problem and you have nothing to say except “I’m sorry” because there is literally no way for you to help and you get sucked into a vortex of guilt and despair because you are useless
I GET SO JEALOUS OF PEOPLE WHO SEE COOL SHIT ON THE LOG IN PAGE
BECAUSE I NEVER SEE THE LOG IN PAGE
BECAUSE I NEVER FUCKING LOG OUT