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I’ve thought about you almost everyday since we first kissed. Sad, isn’t it?

When you realize that most of the girls who befriended you and really wanted to be your friend past your social anxiety are bi after the fact and wonder how much sex you missed out on bexauSe of it

Isn’t it crazy that there’s people that you’ll think about daily, far after your last word spoken to them, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it ?

I have seen firsthand my slow decline this past year. I just wish I could be the person who listens to Welcome to Nightvale while doing a full face again. Or the person who went on long walks in the middle of the woods with my dog. Or the person who got up at 7 to clean the house. Now my life seems like a worse version of how TV shows portray depression. Less dramatic, but way longer lasting.

Leaving everything behind isn’t what it seems. You’re burying it so new things can grow.

How am I supposed to live my best life when I’m almost too depressed to do anything ?