COOL

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck

maybe all those shitty stuff people say about me is true. maybe i am that bad of a human being

I did my best to be lovable.

watching yourself spiral into a mental breakdown while knowing you can't stop it is a different kind of heartbreak

Laying in bed with no emotion except emptiness and occasional depression. Smoking to feel something. It doesn’t work. Who will come save me? How do I get out of my head?

There is no place where I belong. I don't fit in anywhere.

don't know who needs to hear this right now, but your brain is an unreliable narrator and your depression is fucking lying to you

nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.