i drew depresso as a starbucks logo
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i drew depresso as a starbucks logo
the weather is so bipolar the weather is wishy washy
i’m so OCD i like things to be organized and clean
that movie made me depressed that movie made me feel really sad
you almost gave me a panic attack you really scared me
i feel so ADHD right now i’m having trouble staying focused right now
i had insomnia last night i couldn’t fall asleep last night
that test gave me anxiety that test made me really nervous
mental illness is not an adjective
Wanted to draw out something that happened to me today. Recovery feels amazing, and I’m done with being pushed around by these two morons
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The Cincinnati Old Main Library (taken 1874). Unfortunately the library was torn down in 1955, but I absolutely love library architecture. It feels like the closest thing we will ever have to magic. Well sometimes the good news just keeps coming. I’m slightly suspicious since this never happens, so eventually something is going to come crashing down around me and everything will slowly fall…
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I regret everything. I get to see you living your life while I suffer in my own.
#IMeanNothingNow
Bitches really be out there wearing a mask despite wanting to die because they know that their mask protects other people, and that other people don’t deserve to die.
Be like bitches.
I think it’s supposed to get better
You know what’s weird? Sitting in class listening to your teacher talk about the due date of an assignment your not even sure you will be alive for.
It sucks. It sucks so much.
We are supposed to write a letter to our future selves, but I don’t know if my future self even exists. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d make it past thirteen and here I am now three years later. What’s also weird is how I got here.
You know, I should be happy about these things. Well- happy about life in general. What will life be like in 5 years from now? Will it be, good?
But it’s not happy, or fun, or exciting to think about the future... it’s just scary. It’s a horror movie. But it’s even worse than that because it’s real. It’s my frickin life. Who knows, maybe this is just me being sad and so I can’t see a future for myself. I know I’m being irrational, but I can’t help think maybe it’s the truth.
All this worrying makes me want to sleep.
Though, I’m pretty sure this is the part where it’s supposed to get better. That’s what they say. I’m not sure who they is, but that’s what they always say.