kinda depressing that i am 23 and trying (and failing) to understand what love for anything or anyone or From anyone feels, but when i was 17 i was horribly depressed but still so full of it and understood it deeply. life comes at you diligently and unavoidably, unfortunately. but maybe it is depression finally starting to truly eat me and i am just beginning to lose sight of what the world really is about - love, in the end












