I fucking hate people… So damn much… Like get the fuck over it
You took everything from me, like how you’d steal the bed covers while we’d sleep. You didn’t even realize and you never will.
~Anonymous
I am not depressed
I can still smile at pretty things
And laugh when jokes are funny
I can still talk to people
And enjoy nice days
But when I go inside
When I am alone
There is something broken
And I fall into a sadness so sweet
That it engulfs me
I look into the mirror
And I don’t…
I am not depressed
I can still smile at pretty things
And laugh when jokes are funny
I can still talk to people
And enjoy nice days
But when I go inside
When I am alone
There is something broken
And I fall into a sadness so sweet
That it engulfs me
I look into the mirror
And I don’t…
It is these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside of me is still broken.
~ Unknown