One Thing At A Time, That’s What They Told Me. I Can’t Even Face Doing One Thing At A Time. I’m

i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself

The depression won today. Staying home from school because it’s too hard to get out of bed. I just woke up and I already know the days going to consist of suicidal thoughts and sleeping the pain away.

Because this explains so much.

DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME

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.

im sorry to everyone who has ever tried to talk to me and then realized my communication skills are equivalent to a stale piece of bread

“You were like an ocean. You looked calm and you promised me you’d never hurt me so I jumped in with no precautions. Nobody spotted me, I didn’t have any floatation devices, I was just my unprotected self. It was great at first. The water was warm and calm and I was happy to be where I was. But after a while you started to get choppy and a little cold, I was still above water but I was beginning to get scared. I stayed still and told myself it would calm down soon… but I was wrong. Your waves got higher, your water felt like ice in my veins and you were pulling me under. I couldn’t breath and I begged for you to help me but you couldn’t hear me over your own loud noise. You slammed me against the rocks and almost drowned me before you threw me to the shore. Even though it was nice to breathe again, I was cold, tired, in pain, and lost. So now I’ve been finding my way back home on my own and trying to heal myself. But all of this happened for a reason, you’ve taught me some things. The next time I go to the ocean I’m going in slow.”

— To the boy who broke me… (via no-understxnding)