classically sad

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

in a way i am my own dead wife

in a way i am my own dead wife

I will probably get through this just like I have gotten through everything before but I need to be really stressed and scared first

severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person

i hate the part of depression that’s like all the things that bring me joy are empty and i can’t do anything. like come on bitch i know you love book can you just be happy about book :/

did you know that apparently if you try to act normal the normalness doesn't come through but the acting does. and did you know apparently everyone can smell this on you like a bloodhound

”Explain yourself” followed by “stop making excuses” has always baffled me because the fuck you think explaining myself is????

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.

felt ok but then remembered

when its getting bad again but you can‘t talk to anybody about it so you lowkey just sit there and let your thoughts consume you