I Begged You To Stay. I Apologized So That You’d Stay. I Forgave Everything You Did To Hurt Me For

i don’t know why i feel sad, but i’m tired of feeling this way

i am completely fine in an “i have been mentally unwell for years” kinda way

I never thought that our happy moments could turn into sad memories.

How am I supposed to succeed at life when on most days my best is getting out of bed. I have no energy to work towards anything. Showing up is my best sadly. But how do you explain that to people.

“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)

well well well if it isn’t my own mental illness coming to mentally ill me