#went deep

[aestheticallydestructive-blog]

I am beginning to wonder if I am chronically depressed or chronically unlucky. I have told myself the latter for the majority of my life, and that I get depressed because misfortunes keep happening.

It gave me hope, and allowed me to push through. But the key word is gave and now I fear the day things start going right and that I am not. I fear I will always have to fight to feel happy, or to pretend that I am.

It just kind of sucks, ya know?

[reigenforpresident]

S!!

for S I guess I love the sun, it could literally blow up at any second and there is nothing we can do about it, honestly iconic, and it lets me live my live with existential dread in such a way that I don’t care if I mess up cause life is meaningless but i also strive to be the best person cause life don’t matter in the long term