Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know.
I’d love for nothing more right now than a new shiny razor blade or a cute little noose or a hefty amount of any kind of pill or a plane to crash from the sky and into my room. I’m so sick of being like this. I want to die. I can’t fucking handle this on top of everything else. Not right now. I think it’d be in my and everyone else’s best interest if I just kill myself and finally get it over and done with.
depression has ruined my relationships with nearly everybody i know
depression has ruined my performance academically
depression has ruined everything ive worked for
depression has ruined me
This is too accurate, it hurts
I need someone who will curl up in bed and avoid responsibility with me.