"And if the darkness will descend/
Don’t need a savior or a friend/
I can say I’ve really loved/
If the world should end."
It’s nights like these where I feel like no one actually gives a fuck.
I fucking hate depression so much. Because there’s nothing I can do except sit here, numb to my core, and wait. Oh, and go through a few panic attacks. That too.
There’s no way I can go to class tomorrow and put the mask on again. No fucking way. I’m too tired for that bullshit.
But what the fuck is wrong with me?
I mean, I know exactly what’s wrong. My least favorite anniversary is getting a little closer, and it’s almost as if my mind knows it, and is bringing me back to that terrible, terrible place just in time.
This emptiness hurts so badly I almost wish I felt nothing instead.
"The optimist says the glass is half full. The pessimist says the glass is half empty. The truth seeker asks why is the glass there? Why is there water all over the floor?"
cecil baldwin, (via theperksofbeingahurlscout221b)
I don’t even really know who the fuck I am anymore.
And that’s scary. That’s really scary.
Depression, you son of a bitch.