I don’t want anyone to ever fucking tell me again that I deserve to be happy.
Because then I start to believe it. Then the world takes a huge shit on me and I feel hopeless and empty and I can’t keep doing that. I don’t deserve anything.
I feel like in comparison to everyone else, my life is in a thousand pieces and I’ll never get my shit together. I’m twenty-three years old and I’d rather sleep or die than continue living.
So tired of watching others have what I want.
CAN I JUST SAY TO ANYONE SUFFERING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS YOU ARE ONE BADASS MOTHER FRICKER BECAUSE NOTHING IS MORE TERRIFYING THAN BATTLING WITH YOUR OWN MIND EVERY SINGLE DAY
HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW ME?
Answer which one you think would fit me and leave it in my askbox.
- Tall or short?
- Crazy or calm?
- Brunette or blonde?
- Over 20 years old or under?
- Single or in relationship?
- Straight, gay or bi?
- Lazy or bouncy?
- Big dreamer or take things as they come?
- Try three different outfits at morning or just wear anything?
- Prefer flats or high heels?
- Curly or straight hair?
- Sleep with light on or off?
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."