I hate when peoplr ask me if I’m okay becsuse honestly, i havent been okay in years

It’s not worth trying. I’m too sick to get better. I’m never going to survive for long anyways

I don’t know what to do any more. I’m too sick 

I don’t want to stay awake at night debating whether or not I should kill myself

I am so fucking tired of people telling me it gets better. Do you ever stop to think maybe you’re off your medication now because you never actually had depression. You didn’t have depression you just hated high school. High school sucks and I get that. But do not mother fucking dare tell me it gets better. It got better for you because you never actually had a mental illness. And if you tell me it gets better, you don’t understand mental illness. Every damn day of my life I have to fight away the demons in my head. The rest of my god damn life I am going to have to live with this. This is not some fucking inspired sadness that goes away when you go to college. You weren’t depressed you were just a fucking teenager. So for the love of god do not compare it to someone who has to go their entire life like this. And please don’t you ever dare tell me it gets better. 

— Dr. Gail Dines (via volatilebodies)

I honestly don’t know what to do. I’m explaining to my friends how depressed and lonely I am and they don’t reply. Literally no one cares about. I give up. I’m not going to keep trying to keep myself in someone’s life when they don’t want me. And no one wants me.

sextronautt:

how can lawyers argue without crying 

inbox:

there is no reason for “sean” to be pronounced “shawn”

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taggedrne:

what can be smooth but also rough ;)))))

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