tired

have you guys ever seen a crocodile with its fingies out

the thing is depression was never destigmatized the narrative just switched from “no one has depression you’re just using it as an excuse” to “everyone has depression you’re just using it as an excuse”

I'm running out of reasons to stay alive.

What if I kill myself and finally end this shit?

unfortunately i actually AM impossible to love and its not just all in my head

I am no trophy anymore. I have no use, and no importance. I hope I can die in peace one day.

It doesn't get better. You just learn to live with it.

I would give anything to go to sleep and never wake up again.

i hate how ugly i am. inside and out. it's all rotten.

do you guys also ruin every good thing in your life or is that just me

i hate myself a little extra when i open up to someone.