classically sad

depressed at 11 was crazy i should have become a child prodigy

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form

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