simply me.

One day she will turn to you and say, ‘do you still love me?’ and a million things will flash through your mind. You loved her when you met her because it was the right time. But now things have gone lifeless and when you look into her eyes you don’t see galaxies you see a star and stars are beautiful but they don’t sustain life and she can’t give you what you need anymore. You need to tell her, don’t keep waiting. It wasn’t her fault and she’s still sweet like lemonade to you but your taste buds are changing and lemon isn’t your favorite any longer. Maybe what you’re looking for is black coffee or cool iced tea and she cannot become those things. You need to tell her it’s you who changed. Not her. Do not let her think this is her fault. It will break her and she will turn sour. You didn’t wake up and decide not to love her anymore. It wasn’t because she didn’t smile at you when you were having a bad day. It isn’t because you couldn’t take away the depression that had developed in her soul before you loved her. It isn’t because she snapped at you last week. It isn’t because she’s a burden because she isn’t. Tell her how sometimes people lose things and it’s better to leave them lost or things break and it’s best to leave them broken. Make sure she knows this doesn’t have to break her. One day she will ask you, ‘do you still love me?’ and you will want to lie and say yes and you will want to spare her and that brilliant heart. But don’t lie, it will only delay the inevitable. This love has broken and eventually she will find the cracks and if you do not warn her they will cut her. You need to warn her. You need to let her go.

Reblog if you feel sad right now.

Depression isn’t always crying your mascara off in the shower and playing sad songs in bed. Sometimes it’s not wanting to talk to anyone for days and other times it’s desperately needing to be around people. Sometimes depression is having no appetite even though you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and sometimes it’s eating everything you have in the fridge. Depression isn’t your boyfriend holding you and telling you that it’s going to be okay. It’s sitting across the table, not eating, having him ask you what’s wrong and knowing that you’re ruining his night because you can’t seem to snap out of it and just be happy. It’s the frustrating feeling of desperately wanting to enjoy something and just fucking be normal for once. It’s keeping things a secret from the people you love because you don’t want them to look at you like you’re broken. No, depression isn’t beautiful black and white images. Depression is lonely and frustrating and mostly just fucking exhausting.