My mother told me that you can’t cure depression,
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I haven’t washed my hair in three
weeks. My mother was right.
— I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac (via extrasad
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I’m literally so tired. It’s not the type of sleep tired.. It’s the “I want to kill myself” type of tired. I can’t do anything right. I’m screwing up friendships and relationships left and right. No one fucking wants me around. Not even my own mom. I’m so close to giving up that its not even funny. I just want to fucking die. Right now. I keep saying that but I’d miss my cats. How pathetic is that.. I’m sad to kill myself because I’d miss my cats. No one else. Honestly. If I didn’t have them I would have done it already. No one is keeping me alive. I’m just so sick and fucking tired of becoming one of those people people get sick of. It happens a lot too. Way to much and it hurts. It fucking hurts! To have my mom sit there and tell me I’m a mistake.. To have my friends honestly not care about me.. Yeah.. To have the guy I love hate me.. It’s sickening. I deserve to die. Don’t fucking tell me I don’t because I do. No one wants me around. They’ve made that clear. So sue me if I want to just up and fucking leve and disappear. I can’t DO THIS anymore. Ever. This may be my very last post..
The most accurate cat thing ever.
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Friend: “You okay?”
No. I want to die, I want to scream and cry and have sometime hug me and hold me tight and not say anything. Im depressed and I cant figure out why. Please help me, I’m drowning in myself hatred and I cant seem to breath. Yeah(: I’m great!”
Im getting worse.. i can smile and laugh sometimes but lately… It’s becoming more and more forced like… I’ve been so angry and so tired that I lash out at everyone.. It’s hard.. Im sick of being weak and crying over everything. I just want to say “FUCK YOU!” To everyone who breathes..