Neptune

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[omneco]

[nine-teenhundredseventy-five-de]

Kepler-62.

[hatin]

via weheartit

[schwierigephase]

“Do you think its possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”

— Tyler Knott Gregson (via head-circus)

[bled]

[veryfunnymemes]

[eliminated]

[reblololo]

[brianstowell]

[inritum]

[coffeestainedcashmere]

[julivntorres-deactivated2025040]

[difficult]

[satrialespork]

[sickpage]

[airows]

[a-d-v-en-t-u-r-e]

It feels hopeless at 5:00 in the morning. Sleeping the day away feels as if it’s the only way to get through it all. Each day passes by and I grow more and more upset with who I am and what I am going to be.

They say that the only way for me to make a change is to get up and start it myself. There’s so much I need to do, but I don’t have the strength to do even 1/300th of it. I need some help right now. I have needed help for so long.

For the last 6 months, it has felt as if I’m just an asteroid in everyone else’s orbit. To quantify what each asteroid means to the entire Asteroid Belt would be impossible because it doesn’t care. There’s too many asteroids floating there in the first place.

My friends may want me in orbit, but they never really try to keep me there. I feel like I’m going to fall out of orbit soon and into a black hole of oblivion.