I notice everything. And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
recovery-vs-relapse: always the ugly friend. always the single one. always the one left out. I just want to die. fucking hell. Couldn’t be more relatable!!
it’s weird how being a pussy is weak and having balls means you’re tough i mean punch me in the uterus and i will be fine i’m used to that shit once a month come at me but if i kick you in the balls you are down my man you are down hard
There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met, and 195 countries...– Unknown (via thirteenfearless)
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who...– EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS. Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week. (via stuck-in-the-labyrinth) Holy fucking shit (via josieleeshaw)