This is how I’m feeling right now. I’m tired. I’m tired of people being fake. I’m tired of people treating my friends, and I like shit. I’m tired of crying all the fucking time. God, I’m turning into a stereotypical depressed teenager, but fuck it, that’s how I’m feeling. I’m tired of not being able to talk about my crushes just because they’re girls. I’m tired of being judged for every little thing that I do. I’m tired of being lonely. I’m tired of everything at this point, and I have no fucking clue what I’m supposed to do about it. I just want to be happy despite the challenges of life, but I’m still figuring that out. And I know that I can’t be happy all the time, but I at least want to be happy some of the time.
I should be sleeping but why would I NOT screw myself over.
growing up lonely gave me brain damage 🖤💔❤🖤
Today I felt so sick :( I’ve got a cold but that didn’t stop me to went to the gym in the morning, maybe was too much but I thought it wouldn’t be so bad, I ate a veggie soup and lots of pills :( still feeling down
I’m so sad and lonely. I can’t maitain long conversations, let alone relationships with other people. I’m so so boring that everyone leaves me cause I zone out when people tried to talk to me and i just can’t converse properly. I’m too dumb and serious to be with. I’m too boring that people will notice me.
Sunday. Hungover, but feeling jolly. Got to work on some wands and binge Dracula with the platonic life partner. Felt pretty good for once.
Monday: HERE IS ALL THE DEPRESSION YOU SKIPPED YESTERDAY WITH SOME BONUS PARANIOA! HAVE FUN AT WORK!
*urge to go tote feral is over 9000*
I feel like I’m bout to dieee
Resting bitch face prevents wrinkles 💀💜
Y ahora sí, estoy harta, estoy harta de sentirme asi, de pensar y cuestionarme, de querer que todo sea como antes, de desear que ese dia no hubieras dicho hay que superarlo, estoy harta de cuestionar lo que has dicho, despues de decir que hay que superarlo me pediste regresar a lo que eramos, estoy harta de no poder, y tal vez de no querer creerte, odio intentar confiar en ti y que se sienta muerto y vacio, odio extrañarte y sentir que solo dices esas cosas porque no quieres perder el apoyo que te sí durante mucho, simplemente estoy harta y mis opciones pra alejarme de eso, solo me resultan bastante impulsivas
Creeping in with footsteps soft.
Small at first,
Then they flair.
Restless ocean of despair.
Toss, turn, beg for relief,
For sleep to please come,
I’m so tired.
of my life and in general too. I’m gonna go to sleep.
10 years later and I’m still the same miserable person I was then.