Text me ?
Show me your tits.
who is this?
not going to lie, i wish you would call…
i guess i deserve for you to be cold towards me…i dont think i can stay away from the razor tonight…well see.. =/
cant breathe…..god let this pain end.
my god i need you…i need you to hold me and wipe away my tears and tell me it will all be okay, but it never will be..nothing can fix this…i..i miss you =/
I’m sorry I broke your heart, I would change it all if I could. This disease has fatalities, I tried to warn you my love.
Just did sweetheart
Iris by the Goo Goo dolls…..yes yyes yesssssssssssss
Here’s the thing about depression, its never fully gone. You may live many years believing to be truly happy and then something happens, it might be something small or something large, doesn’t matter, either way it will bring you back to depression. It will tighten its grip on you and never let you go. For me, id say it was something small, like being told by your “best friend” that he’s hurt by you when in reality your trying to cope with a boyfriend who cheated. And you working day by day to try and get over something like that. But no matter what you do the depression follows you around. There’s no running there’s no hiding. It will find you and it will swallow you whole eventually. Why? Because no one escapes it, some are meant to endure the pain, to make them stronger, while weaker men break. The answer no one knows why. No one ever will. No one knows what the point of mental disorders are. And that is what depression is, a mental disorder.
I will never fucking ever be good enough. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I work, not fucking good enough, maybe ill be good enough when I’m dead.