And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and then she never felt anything again.
If I dont respond to your insult it means what i wanted to say was too mean and I decided to let you live
It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
all i want is for someone to play with my hair and rub my back and tell me everything is going to be okay
i wish i had friends i could just call up at like 2am and be like “lets chill or go for a walk” and they would do it
Idc what anyone thinks about me if you think I’m a shitty person or a bitch then oh fucking well I’m sick of being hurt so I’m not putting up with anyone’s bullshit anymore.
I suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all.