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I hate myself so much and I've started thinking about what it would be like if I weren't alive. Sure my friends and boyfriend would be sad for a bit, but they would forget about me. My parents don't care for me, we never got along and I'm scared that one day they just say fuck it and cut me off from them. If that happens I would just kill myself because then that just means that no one would be able to like me enough to want me to be alive
When is spring break?
Pass to the left in times of peace, pass to the right in times of war.
nothing cooler than hipster druggies whining how rappers ruined their indie drug and how ppl call it molly now instead of x.
Do you know how irritating it is trying to concentrate in class but I keep hearing voices that aren't real saying stupid shit? I would take depression any day over schizophrenia. Plus, if I ever tell anyone I have it, they look at me like I should be in a loony bin (been there, done that, the T shirt I got was butt ugly). People know about depression sure, but no one actually seems to know anything about other mental illnesses unless it's been in the media recently -_- My siblings are scared of me, my families ashamed of me and waiting for me to fuck everything up and permanently lose my damn mind just like my mom did and I just. I just want people who understand.
That awkward moment when see how much you've changed over time for better AND for worse, and you don't know if it's worth trying to make amends with the people you've let down, offended, hurt, or otherwise pushed away.
I wonder how many bridges my big mouth has burned...
I hate when people think it's sad or a sign of an alcoholic when I tell them I prefer to drink alone. They assume I'm getting fucked up, but I actually just enjoy a glass or two, barely enough to feel a buzz. And I'd rather drink alone because all my friends just drink to get drunk and act like idiots.