(via positivelypresent)
I have a headache from crying so much. I always say the wrong things when I’m with my sister. etc, etc, etc.
Today, marks the one year anniversary of my depression. Woo.
I was totally fine with none of my friends showing up at the event I had planned and been talking about. Then, I had to tweet something about how it’s disappointing when you get a low turnout for something you’ve spent so much time and heart on. Later, they texted me sorry, etc. and then I broke/ I’m breaking.
I’m a good friend. I’m a good sister. I’m a good daughter. Yet no one seems to realize this or say thank you enough.
(via positivelypresent)
I do not understand why, WHY my family members insist on dragging me into their shit. I’m trying to deal with my own problems/ issues.
Also, it’s times like these I just want to eat. Eat until I can’t feel or cry any more. Eat until my self hate is bigger than what I have to deal with.
Right now, I find this weekend to be funny, but I can’t help but wonder when will I hate myself for it?
It’s been four hours and I still can’t stop crying.
How does that saying go? Like be kind because you don’t know what others are going through. Or be kind because others may be fighting a bigger battle. Either way that’s what’s going on.
sometimes, you just have to sit in your bathroom, lights off, and cry.
(by rocketrictic)
Don’t cha hate it when you’re in love with someone who doesn’t even know you exist?