in a downward spiral

part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. the older you get, the more mistakes you make, the more opportunities you missed, the more people you’ve let down. forgive yourself. don’t beat yourself up. you’re still learning: this is a journey.

what is it about me sitting in my little corner of the Internet and saying “I actually don’t hate myself as an adult now and I want to be nice to people and that’s my entire thing” that makes these anons start foaming at the mouth

I’ll be perfectly honest, I’ve spent the better part of a decade wishing I weren’t fucking alive and beating depression off with a caveman’s wooden club. If I get to a point in my adult life after all that shit where I can finally say “I don’t want to see myself dead anymore, I like who I am” and you have the gall to tell me I have too much self confidence now, I’m gonna take the club I killed my depression with and I’m gonna start beating you with it

I isolate myself when I go through shit. My misery don’t like company.

you are only as pretty as you treat people