four-ripped-his-clothes-off: wisp-the-umbreon: velen-z-the-lucario: raveravenandfriends: taeshid

four-ripped-his-clothes-off:

wisp-the-umbreon:

velen-z-the-lucario:

raveravenandfriends:

taeshidiary:

Geez what kinda person would say such a thing

My life. In a comic.

The point of this comic is: The most depressed people tend to be the most supportive.

Sometimes I envy people who can voice out their emotions too much. To be so vulnerable in front of another human being. I envy those people who can tell me they’re not alright and ask me for comfort.

Sometimes I hate people who can voice their emotions out. Sometimes I fucking hate how I try being as brave, telling them I’m not okay, and then getting a power play of who has it worse back. Sometimes the situation where I really need help turns around, and then I keep myself in that shell where I can’t tell anyone how hollow I feel, how alone I am.

Sometimes, depression is really, really hard.