radio head.
I’m pretty sure I’ve felt like the world was out to get me, nobody understood me, and I didn’t have the potential to be something to someone. But I’ve coped, and my heart really aches for those who believe that you cannot learn your sadness, and also accept it.
Not that it doesn’t last, sometimes for a long time, and other times it just comes and goes; so it’s never really gone for good. It’s just the feeling you get, and when it happens, certain things help, not all the time, but some people, things help.
I’m okay, with not understanding the feeling of letting depression take you over and driving you to an end. I accept that people choose to do what they think helps… and the last thing I’m going to do is judge them for being who they were…
Do what makes you happy, even if it hurts.