I am so sick of everyone telling me how I should feel, how I should react to things, what I should be doing, how my body should look and what I should do to reach their ideal, and who I should be. Because I'm finally understanding my own self worth. And my feelings and emotions are valid. And if I am sad or angry at something, then I have all fucking right to be. No one has the right to take that away from me. Let me breathe. Let me live. I'm am just as valid of a person as anyone else and I refuse to be belittled anymore.

One week ago, I couldn't go a minute without thinking about you, and I just realized that I will probably never see or talk to you again. And I didn't want us to end the way we did.

Pushing through depression is so fucking hard.