“Doesn’t It Scare You That You’ve Wasted More Than Half Of Your Life Hating Yourself? It Should.”

are you okay?I can't say " I know exactly how you feel, " because I don't. But I just want to ask if you are okay, because I know when I was feeling empty and depressed for a period of time, I remember wishing someone were to ask if I was okay, just so I knew someone is noticing and someone cares. I may not know you, but I do know that you are a human being, who feels things and may not always be able to express how you're feeling...

No I’m not I just want to fucking die already everything in my head torchers me and I can’t life any more I just want to end it like three days ago I’m out of places to cut and out of pills to take and all the pills that can actually do it are hidden from me I have to wait for someone to get distracted to do it

All my friends are on t.v

Not to sound to conceited

They don’t know my name

They don’t know me by face

But we’re as close as blood clots

Under the skin of aging hands

And as tight as 4c coiled hair curls

I have never fit in totally ever

Different aspects of myself connected

With entire peoples characters

I never had the chance to 100% me

At all

But my friends on tv they are exactly like me

I can relate to them and them to me

They bring me on adventures

Take me out drinking past my curfew

And invite me in the room when they make love

They are my closet friends,

All from different groups and channels

And I like it that way

Because they can never let me down

They can never get tired of me or use me

I accept them and in return they let me in

In a way no one has ever done

And isn’t that what friends are for?

“Depression in the summer is not the same as any other time, it’s night lights at 3 am and blackout curtains at 5am. It’s eating once a day at midnight and drinking soda at 1 in the morning. Sleeping until 3 and feeling empty. Everything is hot and bright, it makes me sweat and hurts my eyes. I close the curtains.”

— -Brendon/1:52am (via trans-tas-tic)

“i almost always feel like i don’t fit in like my personality is wrong like i will never be enough for who I am”

— t.m. (via tmpoem)

“I lost interest in everything, you know? All the things I used to love doing, I haven’t done them in months. Major pieces of me are missing and no one even sees that I’m fading away.”

— (via depression-stays-but-you-dont)

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