“Perhaps The Most Painful Truth Is That You Can’t Love Someone Into Loving You.”

Remember that you do not have to honor your father.

Remember that if your father did not treat you with respect, then he does not deserve your respect.

Remember that you deserve a father who loves you, and it is neither your fault nor your shame if you don't have one.

I don't feel like I exist in reality if no one notices me. But relying on people's approval is never a good idea.

I’m hoping for an outcome like this :)

they tell you about school and they tell you about work and they tell you about taxes and responsibilities and ideals you have to reach. they don’t tell you about baking chocolate cookies from scratch at the ungodly hours of 11 at night and sitting on your kitchen floor while watching a home decor competition show while you get to munch on a cookie that tastes like the hot chocolate you used to make when you needed a reason to live as a teenager. they don’t tell you about getting to eat another cookie while you think about capturing this moment in a mason jar and shipping it through time to your younger self who gets scared so easily by school and work and taxes and responsibilities and ideals. your younger self who wonders if there’s still comfort, still good things, and if you get to claim them for yourself at some point or if comfort is always a question of dependence. they don’t tell you about that, when for years we do nothing but dream about moments like these

I want to be someone’s favourite PLEASE

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

how I crave to feel loved and enjoyed. I want to feel as though my presence is desired and beloved. I want my heart to feel full. but it's not about what I want. this is exactly what I deserve. I am hideous and vile. I am gross and deceitful. apathetic and unlovable, just as it was intended.

digital painting I did of my boyfriend and I a while back. he is my world

Me: it's just mild depression, it's not that serious. 🙄 . . .Persistent Depressive Disorder you say? 🤨

It seems as if no one will ever put in extra effort for me