#depressed
What a tragic and fragile thing humans are
But I feel like all these dates are meaningless… Being cheated on really fucks up the ability to feel attractive, I just keep feeling like people are only interested because I have that whole desperate vibe going… and then as soon as they realise what a nut case I am they don’t want me because I’m too hard work :/
I don’t feel beautiful or like I’m something to be valued.. I just feel horrible :/
monsters are real. and ghosts are real too. they live inside us. and sometimes…they win.
The absolute worst part of depression? Even tho you know you’re depressed, you’re unable to stop yourself from getting worse.
I haven’t really been feeling like myself lately. When I wake up I don’t wanna do anything. And when I get out of bed I don’t do anything. I just kind of waste my time. It’s funny because I have all these goals and ambitions but I just can’t bring myself to accomplish any of them.
I overthink because I know how replaceable I am. I’m no one’s first choice or anything special to someone, I am nothing.
I stay awake at night cause I don’t even know what my favorite color is and I’m afraid I don’t have a real personality.
If I’m having a panic attack or if I’m telling you how sad I am or how I actually feel. Try a hug. It’s mental illness. Mental illness. Mental illness. It’s not like “my daughter feels horrible about herself, let me hug her.” It’s “Take your medicine!” It’s “Do you need to go to a hospital?” It’s mental illness before it’s me.
Love is a lie, we’re all empty inside.
Maybe we feel empty because we left pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.
I wish I could look at myself in the mirror without being disgusted at what I see. I can tell my friends to be strong and to love themselves but I can’t do it myself. I feel worthless. Like I don’t deserve to be loved.