“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
why the fuck am i crying
Be proud of yourself for how hard you’re trying.
why sleep when you can stay up late every night being sad then feel like shit the next day
all day erryday(via everendingdream)
you know you’re fucked when those late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day
I’m proud of you and I love you; you will be okay.
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.