maybe it's just me.
but a lot of people on here seem to have a stick up their as.s.
like i said, maybe it's just me who thinks this. but you do know that it's okay to not take yourself as seriously as you do, right? it's okay to make a joke of yourself. it's okay to be a little weird.
hell, it's okay to be totally ffucking weird. i mean, if someone gives a shitt that you're weird, then ffuck them. they think too highly of themselves to be your friend.
and no one likes pretentious biitches.

i know i'm worthless.
i just don't know why people have to keep reminding me.

"Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind."
 
for once i don't have much to say.
i'm up and bored and, as usual, sad.
message me. or whatever it is you people do on here.

"Everybody thinks they should be doing more with their life. Just do as much as you can to make yourself happy."
 
i don't know why, but this quote really stuck with me. and the fact that if came from one of my best friends just makes it that much better to me.
i see it as this:
i can either worry every day of my life and overwork myself until i make myself more upset than i already am
or i can get out there and do things i love, do things for myself and just take life one day at a time. i think that with this plan, i can be happier.
 
i don't want to look back on my youth in 50 years and just think about how depressed and sad i was.
i want to look back and think about all of the good times i had, all of the chances i took, all of the opportunities that came my way. i want to look back and think about how happy i was and how i wouldn't change anything that happened, even if i could.
 
life's too short to be depressed. and unfortunately i'm learning this the hard way.
i need to laugh more, to dance more, to sing more! i haven't sung in so long..
 
i just want to be happy again.
i miss being happy more than anything.

sitting on my bed, eating leftover birthday cake.
yeah, it was my birthday a few days ago, for those of you who care. all i did was sleep and cry. i got presents too, so i guess that's good. but all i remember doing was crying.
my hair's a ratted mess, my throat is killing me, and tomorrow i have to go to the place where i just get ridiculed and judged.
and i'm dreading it.
is it too late to call in sick? can you call in sick?
i don't even ffucking know.
 
i'm sorry if you follow me and you expect happy, uplifting sets about how i frolicked with leprechauns in a field of daisies.
also, if you actually talk to me, i won't talk about how much my life sucks. unless you wanna hear that shitt, then that's fine with me.
 
so message me.
and do this. v
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why is it that everyone has a birthday in April?
i don't know. it doesn't matter.
all that matters is that my birthday's today.
although it's not a very happy occasion.
 
i don't think people understand that words can hurt, and i don't think people understand that their opinions should stay to themselves unless someone asks for it. in this case, i didn't ffucking ask for it.
making someone feel bad about their life is never a smart nor very nice thing to do. making someone feel like shitt because they have depression is not ffucking cool.
it's low, it's disgusting, and you should seriously go to helll for it.
but what really gets to me is when people say "just get over it, get out there, and be happy and not so depressed."
. . . .
biitch, you be trippin'. did your mama smoke some coke while you were in the womb?
if it was as easy as 1,2,3, there would be no depressed people in the world. everybody would be happy and and baking each other some...ffucking rainbow cakes or some shitt.
hell nah, biitch. it ain't that easy.
it takes time and a lot of motherffucking help to "just get happy". and it pisses me the ffuck off when people tell me that.
like, seriously? ffuck you, you ugly asss motherffucker.
 
this turned from being hurt to just being irate.
in any case, kids, don't make fun of depressed people. and don't tell them to "just get over it", because they're not afraid to get all ghetto on your asss.
i'm not black just because i like the skin color, mmkay honey?

one more day.
 
i'm tired of being alone.
i just want someone to hold me close and tell me they love me. but hey, isn't that what everyone wants?

if you think about it, there's really no point to life.
if everyone died, there'd be no war, no hatred, no nothing. nothing would matter. no one would be hurt. no one would feel like shitt.
i wouldn't feel like shitt.
because let me tell you, feeling like shitt, like you're worthless, isn't fun. and knowing that you're not wanted just makes you feel even more worthless than you felt before.
that's where i am now.
feeling worthless and depressed and lonely.
and i guess it's nights like these where i just give up. where i just don't want to be here anymore.
i'm not looking for your sympathy. i'm not even expecting anyone to read this.
i'm not expecting anything from anyone.

the loneliest people aren't the kindest.
the loneliest people push other people away because they aren't used to interacting with another person.
the loneliest people have forgotten how to act towards other people.
the loneliest people hate themselves for being so lonely.
 
or maybe that's just me..?

i read this quote today that said "skinny girls are adored, but with big girls there's more to love."
i've never disagreed more with anything in my entire life.
 
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ask me shiit.