Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It’s always there, though.
Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?
#I don’t even want to spend the rest of my life with me
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i am not the same person at 8am and 8pm
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today my best friend asked me “why cinderella’s shoe fell off if it fit her perfectly”
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