gotham-forever:

Oswald Cobblepot, the “polite” guy.

gothamfox:

You never know when opportunity knocks.

gothamfox:

You never know when opportunity knocks.

jedavu:

Gorgeous artworks by T.S. Claire

My brain feels like it has been replaced with cotton wool or something. It’s not letting me think straight. I can’t rationalise anything, I’m not in control of anything anymore.

Part of me knows that I’m sick and that I need to get medical help for my mental health… But another part keeps thinking ‘what if they’re in on it?’ Will I just be making the situation worse by letting them know that I know?

They’re keeping me scared so that I don’t do anything that they don’t want me doing

They’ve told me that they’re watching me at work. I know that they are waiting for me to screw up so that they can fire me. And I’m not sure but I think that the builders who replaced the radiator in my room a few weeks ago and left a hole in my ceiling planted a camera for them. It’s obvious from the way some of them look at me, like they know stuff. I hate feeling scared all of the time… I need to get some plaster to fix the hole but dad won’t let me… he’s probably in on it.