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@sa-dnesss
it just gets worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse
i wanna mute my overthinking.
ill judge ppl based on their opinions about cats it is that deep
god the loneliness of young adulthood is so real
it’s just trying not to cry on public transport and doing dishes
“I hate how sadder I get everyday.”
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genuinely wtf am i doing with my life
Depression in fiction is almost always written as sadness. Crying, staring out windows, saying bleak things. And sometimes it is that. But a lot of the time it's nothing. It's your character doing the dishes and feeling nothing about the dishes or anything else. It's getting through a day that should have feeling in it and finding only flatness. It's laughing at a joke and noticing you laughed and feeling separate from the laugh. That grey numb version is harder to write and so much more true. Try that one.
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
they need to invent books you can crawl into and then live in forever
i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep
my favorite pastime is ruining my sleep schedule for more alone time
when i like a song so i have to listen to it 25 times in a row
my absence will never haunt anyone because my presence never mattered
I don’t talk about it anymore, but I still feel it.
i need to stop mourning people who are perfectly comfortable and content knowing i wont be a presence in their life again .