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@feelippesworld
The first time I saw you, it wasnāt at the common room. It was in the hallway, the first day I arrived. I knew no one and I bumped into you and your friends. You didnāt see me. But I did. I only saw you, in fact.
Saturday, 09:17
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i literally cant believe i have to be me for the rest of my life thats some fuckin bullshit
(not so) Breaking News: Iām sad again and everyoneās tired of hearing about it
The bisexual stereotype is true. I am bi and I canāt decide anything. I have never made a decision in my life.
me: *is overwhelmed by things i absolutely have the time to do*
āSometimes I wonder if Iāll ever feel happy againā
ā the-saddest-comedy
I have so much on my mind
It feels like im never going to get better.
Who cares about me anyway
Depression
Depression was not crying myself to sleep
Depression was desperately wanting to cry but feeling too drained to work up the energy to do so because I lost all my tears and ambition years ago
Depression was not bursting out in tears in the shower
Depression was sitting in the corner of the shower as I lay my head on my knees, letting the hot water consume me
Depression was not writing beautiful, relatable poetry
Depression was forgetting how to craft stanzas because I lost the will to create
Depression was not writing gloomy emotions in a journal
Depression was writing suicide note after suicide note only to throw them out because they were not good enough, just like me
Depression was not leaning on my friends for help
Depression was carrying my friends because, hey, if I couldnāt carry myself why not carry somebody else
Depression was not wearing all black in an attempt to explain my angst
Depression was wearing bright, vibrant colors to try and convince everyone that I was okay-that I was doing just fine
Depression was not a temporary struggle that made me stronger
Depression is my life long battle that improves, but it never goes away
Depression was not a therapy appointment that instantly made me happy
Depression was switching from therapist to therapist because nobody was helping me cope with the emotions Iād been carrying on my shoulders for so long
Depression was not a few happy pills that brought the color back into the world
Depression was a few happy pills that allowed you me to see red-maybe some blue- but nothing in between the two
Depression was not being constantly homesick
Depression was avoiding home because it was home that made me sick
Depression was not asking my parents for help
Depression was desperately hiding from my parents because they would never be proud if they really saw what Iād become
Depression was not constantly struggling to meet expectations
Depression was giving up on my puny little goals because I was a disappointment to everyone-such a fucking disappointment
Depression was not slowly dying inside
Depression was a hellish place in between life and death because I could not die if I was not truly alive
Depression was not easy
Depression was torture
Why am I me
I still hope that there will be one person that wonāt leave me, but Iām so stupid for thinking that. Everyone leaves. No one ever stays.
If you want to know what my talent isā¦ hereās your answer.
