That girl right there. Yeah, right there. She has her headphones in her ears and iPod on hand. Those beats, lyrics, and sounds that she sways to, are her reassurance. Those songs are her pain. Those songs are her words she just can’t seem to express. Those songs are her encouragement and happiness. Those songs are what keep her going. She may be damaged. She may not be the great at talking. And her self-confidence may not be the best. But that music, she rocks her head to, is who she is. Nothing more or less.
+ REBLOG "I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it."
– A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via erfisperf)