She Doesn’t Talk About You Like You Put The Stars In The Sky Anymore

Someone’s tone changes for even a split second and it’s like suddenly you can’t focus on anything but for the fact that you MUST have done something to upset them and you need to either fix it or just shut up

“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.”

— (via flame)

one day I will meet a person who won’t find my mind a little too heavy. who won’t tell me to stop thinking and overthinking. someone who understands that loving people so much is who I am. someone that won’t call me a handful. someone who is ready to love with all they have too. someone who wants to take on this world with me by their side. that will be a happy day.

To the girl we lost to suicide

I can’t stop thinking about you. You committed suicide over the summer but I still can’t accept the fact that you’re gone. You put on a fake smile for everyone and laughed until you cried. Your family misses you, and so do your friends. We had a suicide prevention assembly after what happened, your friends had to get up and leave because they couldn’t stop thinking of you. Everytime I hear your name, my heart breaks a little. It’s hard going through each day not hearing your laughter. The night you decided to end your life you texted your friends, “I love you guys,” but they never thought twice about it because that’s just who you were. You had so much love to give. You were so beautiful, and so loved. We miss you babygirl. Rest easy.

“Lately Ive been picking through my brain

Searching for the reason why I finally went insane

But I’m out of luck

I Guess I’ll never be the same

Maybe I’m just crazy or have I always been this way

Come to think of it

Ever since a jit, I shied away from other kids

Sitting on the playground

Thinking everybody’s judging him

Forward six years later

And I still cant let nobody in”

Whosthatkidd

Another thought.

I’m an immigrant and a child of immigrants. I’m from one of the poorest country in the world. Even though 90% of its popularity live in really rough conditions and situations on a daily basis, they’re the most happy, fulfilled and selfless people in the world. The word “suicide” was foreign to me until I moved to North America. People in western countries and developed countries have every material thing they need and all the ressources at their feet but, are the selfish, individualist and depressed ones. It really shocked me when I came here. The saddest humans in this world are the richest ones.

This sadly true fact is the main reason I feel soooo bad about being depressed. I could’ve been poor, a sex slave or even dead if I stayed in my country and I still feel 10x worst than these eventualities. How the hell am I supposed to feel now…

I don’t think I have a choice

“it scares me to think about how i’m only alive because i don’t want to hurt the people i love”

— that’s the only reason (via depresseddisneyprincess)