I'm still working on figuring myself out, but I'm a walking, talking human being. I make mistakes and I've got issues. Whether or not you choose to accept them is your perogative.
I’ve decided that I’m falling apart.
And it’s getting harder each and every day to just keep it together.
I don’t sleep. I don’t eat. I don’t care. And I want more than anything to say that I’m so numb from all of this, but I’m not. I feel every sting of pain that courses itself through my stupid veins and into every neuron of my body.
If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
The worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feel better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.
fucking dying forever
"But I saw you last week and you seemed fine, I thought you were over all ‘this’"