To Roots and then Grass

Y'all ever seen Frances Ha? The guy who keeps making fun of her for being 'undateable?' I'm Frances in this situation.

Screaming for help at people doesn't work so

Hi Tumblr its me using this as a place to just be able to type something out and scream into the void at no one cause it makes me feel better BUT I AM DUMB AND HAVE DREADFUL TASTE IN PEOPLE I WANNA DATE SO HERE I AM YELLING ABOUT IT

Honestly I wish I could tell people the terrible things I do without being judged?? I do a lot of things I regret and I just wanna tell someone so they'll say it's okay??

Don't tell someone going through a terrible time that 'everything happens for a reason.' Please. For the love of god. That doesn't make me feel better.

Welcome to another episode of 'Mason is dumb on several occasions within 12 hours' and Tumblr has to hear me feel sad about it in a vague way.

It's probably annoying to never see me post anything on here except dumb shit about my depression once a month but ayyyy what's up my depression is in a terrible spot and I wanna die and somehow posting some shit on Tumblr about it helps for no apparent reason hell ya.

Constantly searching for random affection as a coping mechanism for my sadness, absolutely killin it. My life is terrible and it's all my own fault.

Just listen to 'Phases' by Angel Olsen. Or anything by Angel Olsen. It's all perfect.

After a small amount of time of being upset and petty as fuck, I actually LIVE for seeing my exes succeed and thrive and be happy and do what makes them feel fulfilled. Like. Hell yeah. We're not together anymore, but I was never what made you the person you are. Fuckin keep killin' it and be the best person you can be. Even if we don't talk, I am SO here for it, you're the best, I'm proud of you.

It's amazing how much you can tell yourself something but won't truly believe it until you actually say it to the person you need to talk to. I feel a weight off my shoulders and finally believe in myself and that my thoughts were valid. Even if just for this small moment, I feel like myself again.

Real lesson here: stop fucking caring about people.

Well I was broken up with via text message from 1,200 miles away, how's your day?