Damaged, Not Destroyed...

The way I can’t even get warm right now let’s me know how depressed I am.

Had the best experience of my life on Sunday and I literally cannot believe how beautiful it was. I cannot believe how beautiful this world is and how beautiful and worthy I am. Enlightened doesn’t even begin to explain it.

I can’t believe of all the psychotic things that happened this year that being diagnosed with bipolar disorder was one of them lmao bye world

I’ve been learning so much about myself these past few months and god has it been hard but I’m grateful. Things are going to get better.

I fucking hate all of this death that surrounds growing up.

Trying to do it everything in my power not to have a panic attack right now.

I think I’m probably the weakest person I know.

I have fallen so deep into this depressive episode.

When you can’t even talk about your problems anymore because someone constantly tells you you’re a negative person. I just want someone to hear me. I wasn’t trying to be negative. I’ve wrecked absolutely everything oh my fucking god i just feel myself giving up