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@didica11
Thank god you appeared in my life ❤️
Am un suflet. Nu ai stiut..
Yes, i have depression. No, i just can't get over it!
“Now and again her eyes dimmed with tears, but she did not let them escape down her cheeks. She pressed her lips fiercely together and the tears seemed to retreat back inside her, as if drawn by an inner fire.”
— Irène Némirovsky, tr. by Linda Coverdale, from “Les Vierges,”
“Never apologize for being sensitive or emotional. Let this be a sign that you’ve got a big heart and aren’t afraid to let others see it. Showing your emotions is a sign of strength.”
— Brigitte Nicole
I'm a problem with problems.
I thought i will be happy this time , i guess this life doesn't want me in it .
@fyp-psychology
Depression is sleeping 3 times in the same day. Being too tired to look for food even though your stomach is in knots. Not taking that shower you know you need. And considering just sleeping a 4th time that day.
Maybe love is not for me.
Mi-as fi dorit sa fiu prioritatea cuiva macar odata in viata, sa-i fie cuiva frica sa ma piarda.
Stau si ma gandesc uneori, adica in fiecare noapte in care nu pot sa dorm, daca am contat vreodata pentru cineva, daca m-a vrut doar pe mine, daca si-a dorit sa fac parte din viata lui mereu, daca m-a iubit sincer, si stand sa ma gandesc realizez ca cer prea mult, desii pentru mine asta nu e prea mult. Daca eu pot oferii acest "mult", altii de ce nu o pot face? De ce mereu trebuie sa apara altcineva sau altceva? Si sa se strice tot, tot ce ai avut pana atunci, chiar si putinul ala pe care l-ai avut, tot erai multumit cu el.