“I Think Most Of Who I Was Has Died.”

Because this explains so much.

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“Maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or the way you smile. Or maybe it was your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.”

— I Love You / Unrequited Love

i hate when people misunderstand my shyness for unfriendliness like no!!! i actually like you! i’m just a piece of shit that can’t communicate

“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)

Because this explains so much.

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…