Jun 15, 2018
Sometimes people ask me for advices, about life, relationships, coping with depression...
And I’m like... <__>’’’ “Bitch, please. I’m in deep shit, through all of my life, I can’t communicate with people, I don’t have a partner, I have anger issues and cripping depression waves. The fuck you want from me? Who AM I to give advices? lol”
And yet, I give them what they want. And sometimes it helps.
Why the fuck I can’t help myself? Why this doesn’t work like that for me?
Who the fuck knows, right?
