The worse type of sadness is when you have no explanation for it.
β± i hate myself β i decide to stop eating β
β i look at the mirror β i give up and eat β²
β i look at the mirror β i give up and eat β²
I'm sorry but I seriously would rather die in my sleep than wake up again feeling the way I do right now.
Too many people, too many troubles, too many mouths are lying.
My mental illness is like a fire, and I try putting it out with gasoline.
No one wants to deal with you when you're sad all the time.
Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
I wish you knew what you mean to me and how your name plays in my head like a song on repeat when I try to sleep at night.