February 2012
100 posts
every conversation about depression with everyone...
me: I'm depressed.
friend: why?
me: I don't know.
friend: shut up your life is amazing you have so many things to be grateful for why are you such a whiny little bitch
me: sorry.
Mom: What's wrong?
My mind: I used to do so well in school but I'm not anymore.
My mind: The people I call friends, aren't my actual friends.
My mind: I'm constantly feeling alone.
My mind: I'm starting to look at myself different.
My mind: Nothing feels the same anymore.
My mind: I feel like I'm going to fail at anything I try to do.
My mind: I haven't been eating and I'm hungry all the time.
My mind: I feel like no one cares about me.
My mind: I just wanna sleep all day and never wake up.
Me: Oh nothing I'm fine.
I'm sorry parents... →
fuckmeginger:
throughthechaos:
Sorry that I ask for band merch once in a while instead of $500 dollar dresses.
Sorry that I want to go to concerts maybe once every two months instead of partying every weekend.
Sorry that I spend my money on skinny jeans instead of drugs like so many other teens.
Sorry that I spend a lot of time in my room on my laptop isntead of getting drunk and hooking up...
