Fuck The Haters

bpd: we're gonna be in a foul mood.

“I was doing okay. I was doing so much better. I made so much progress. I was almost even happy. I don’t know what happened, something went wrong. I’m gasping for air. My wrists are bleeding again. I don’t know how it happened, but I lost my mind again. Pieces of me are missing and I don’t know how to find them.”

“I looked into her greenish blue eyes, and she looked directly into my hazel eyes. She was holding back tears but the phrase she mumbled out a phrase I sadly figured out later in my teenage years. She said “The thing is with depression it will go away, but it will always come back”.She broke the eye contact and started to walk away.”