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@depressionweedandprideparades
I did a thing
I hate me and I wish I could break something, preferably myself because I have this urge to scream and tear my eyes out and it doesn’t stop
It’s getting worse and worse and worse and worse. How does it always get worse? At this point I just want to hit rock bottom because then I know that it doesn’t get worse. Thoughts racing. The blade looks so soft and welcoming compared to my mind. They are too much. They make me feel sick. My body makes me feel sick. How can someone be this disgustingly ugly? Thoughts racing. My guts hurt because at this point I got used to the emotional pain. It is still there of course. Like someone stabbed a dagger into my stomach and is now slowly twisting it. Thoughts racing. Why am I such a failure? So horrible and pathetic. Not good at anything. Never good enough. No wonder hardly anyone wants to spend time with me. I wouldn’t want to spend time with me. Thoughts racing. Racing and never stopping. When does it stop? Please make it stop...
Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
Nothing happened.
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
aight
OH MY GOD I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT
DO IT
WOW IT REALLY IS SOMETHING FREAKING GOOD PLEASE CHECK IT OUT
Okay, if this is a rickroll I swear to…
1) It was not a rickroll
2) It was super awesome!
3) No jumpscare or anything designed to freak you out, so doesn’t need an unreality warning (YMMV, of course).
Suspicious but curious. Curiosity wins!
attention all writers following me- try this or you will lament.
EVERYONE TRY THIS (you gotta go to your on blog to click on it!)
OK THIS IS THE COOLEST
Hmmmm
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i really didnt expect it to actually work?? but it did??
It’s insane how happy I look on my Instagram and how sad I seem on my tumblr
what depression really is like for me: its me crying for no reason while scrolling through instagram. it’s me wearing the same outfit for a week straight because i can’t concentrate on putting a different outfit together. it’s me waiting till someone leaves my room so i can cry. it’s me at school isolating myself because i keep telling myself no one cares about me. it’s me not caring for the future i may have. it’s me not texting friends back. it’s me not speaking for hour on end because i feel to empty. it’s me not cleaning my room in a month. it’s me wanting to straighten my hair and thinking about burning myself. it’s me washing up from dinner only to pick up a knife imagining slitting my wrists. it’s me scream internally while sitting next to someone wanting to tell them how bad, how sad, how lonely i am, wanting to tell them that i’m not okay and i think about my own death way too much. but instead i just stay quiet.
Do you ever have those moments where everything you have to say won’t come out because you just don’t have it in you to even open your mouth?
I lied.
I lied because I wanted you to feel good.
I lied because I didn’t want you to worry about me.
But I’m crying and seriously I just want to die.
The North Temperate Belt of Jupiter.⠀
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Daily reminder!
The wounds from the gun didn’t kill me, they healed and went away
The wounds from the knife didn’t kill me, they healed and went away
The wounds from cutting my arm didn’t kill me, they healed and went away
The wound from falling hard on my head didnt kill me, it healed and went away
The thing is, everything that didn’t kill me went away…
So dear depression,
You haven’t managed to kill me yet,
When are you going away?