THERE IS SO MUCHGOOD FANFICTION IN THIS WORLD
SO GOD DAMN MUCH
SO MANY FICS THAT I WOULD CUT OFF MY LEFT ARM TO SEE PLAYED OUT
AND PEOPLE CHOOSES FIFTY SHADES OF GREY
I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted
depression is only temporary darkness. everything is temporary. nothing is truly permanent. people die. memories fade. perspectives shift. so don’t worry, it will pass.
i wish i was skinny enough to wear leather jackets and short jean shorts and short skirts with ripped leggings and boots and look sexy as hell and then come home and drink hot chocolate while wearing an oversized sweater and cute fuzzy socks without feeling like fucking shrek okay
Suicide is only considered selfish because it effects someone else’s feelings. No one cares what you’re feeling.