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I used to be that person who read two 400-page books a week. Now I carry around a book with me everywhere I go to try and remember what it feels like to feel that connection within the pages because I can’t concentrate to read further than a paragraph, or remember it, for that matter. Every time I see someone engrossed in a novel, it’s bittersweet, because I miss what it is like to get lost in the written word. I just want to be able to read like that again.

oidrockstars

being shy and having resting bitch face is the worst combination because i look like a disinterested bitch but in reality i really want to socialize but i just dont know how to initiate conversation with strangers and also this is just my face

becomingonewithmybed

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highmami

if you hear people from my past speak of me. keep in mind they are speaking of a person they don’t even know anymore.

rowbaybee

When I was little I didnt understand what depression was My mom wore it like a blanket And my brother seemed to have it infused in his blood And the kids on the street would sing about it I used to think sadness was just blue Now I understnad that blue has a spectrum And sadness can be light blue Floating on your shoulders or hanging sround But it can also be deep dark blue Sink you like a broken mattress It can follow you and hide in your shadow I inherited my depression along with my bleacher cheek bones And my rubber and static voice And the blue grew A leaky pipe that pooled into the pit of my stomach I drowned in the ocean of my bed sheets and I stopped being okay Earthquakes shook my hands and made my teeth clatter I used to cry But now I dont remember When I was little I didnt understnand depression Now I know the way it destroys a person Drowning in my depression I choked down smoke thinking it was air Lightheaded and droopy and forgetful The worst days were the ones when my shower head rained on my skin and I lost count of which drops were tears And out of those was the day that I played tic tac toe on my hips just not with a pencil And I wrapped my self in my arms and I forgot I sunk to the bottom of the ocean dark blue And I understood