This type of shit needs to find me wherever I am at.

In an attempt to live with my depression, I dressed it up in the robe of realism. In the attempt of those around me to live with this depression, they called it pessimism, and I answered that it was pure optimism. Depression, to have absolute control over me, showed me the fragility of my causes. In my attempt to make up for this atrocity, I took his name, and tried as hard as I could to slam the doors in his face. In an effort to resist his unbroken knocks, I fell asleep.

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ስማኝ by @Yohana_Sahle

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This is art by itself.......It has always been.🖤🖤🖤

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Says everything that needs to be said.🖤

Life for the most part is weird and complicated and filled with anxiety and doubt and suffering and worry and heartbreak and boredom and pain, so much pain. But sometimes it’s also you girlfriend bringing you flower when you’re sad and Oreos when you’re sick. Going on long drives with your parents and your dad randomly telling you you’re the most beautiful person on earth, your mom buying you pizza and telling you she’ll believe everything you tell her right after picking you up from jail. And your mean ass brother telling your tutor your preferred name when you were to shy to do so. A random stranger knowing just the right thing to say when you were having a panic attack that one time on a crowded train. Your cat poking your face to make sure you’re okay when you fake die cause he was ignoring your request for cuddles. And going to sick concert with your friends and getting high, lying on the grass in the middle of the night.

"I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again"

“I hate that You make me want to love again.”