I find a great relife and refuge in the thought of death. It's the only thing that keeps calm these daysWhere am i going to end up after 20 years. And the fact that i am going to die one day makes me depressed.
I find a great relife and refuge in the thought of death. It's the only thing that keeps calm these daysWhere am i going to end up after 20 years. And the fact that i am going to die one day makes me depressed.
I find a great relife and refuge in the thought of death. It's the only thing that keeps calm these days
y u hef 2be madWhy are people so sensitive? They ruin the fun out of everything
troof. u r what u say of others.if you afraid of being judged = you judge people
just a thought
I should of worn socks when I went for my run. I now have a blister. And I'm hungry. I want pizza
#Mydepressionlookslike tweets <------ wow they so honest
I feel like I'm hiding from mine tho.... I should just feel it and face it... but I'm struggling to understand struggle... hence why I keep distracting myself (tumblr and sspot the biggest distractors among others).... but then again I feel like distractions are destruction and the catastrophe they leave behind later on will prolly be bigger than the current struggle... *sighs*
It reminds me of the famous question
'are we happy because we smiling or are we smiling because we happy'
is soo easy to fake happiness.... but why fake it when happiness is supposed to be self-hug... when happiness is just another way of you saying thank you to you... oh I dunno... what I mean is do that which makes your body + your mind + your soul fill with gratitude and make em say thank you out loud with smile....
ooops I'm getting carried away
*logs out*
I just searched that hashtag on twitter, and found some really sad tweets#Mydepressionlookslike suffering from self destructive behavior to distract myself from bigger problems in life. It's because If I solved all my problems in life I secretly fear being normal because shit plays on my head all the time anyway. I'm just emotionally fucked up