hi hello if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today
Nothing good comes of depression.
At least if you have a tangible disease, you get some sympathy.
But damn, with depression, people just tell you to get over it. Your struggle is never recognized. In fact, it’s beaten down so much that you hide it from everybody. At least I do.
I’ve had depression so long that I don’t even know how to define myself differently anymore.
I’m so afraid to even try to “get better”. I don’t think I’ll be any good at it. Part of me, most of me even, doesn’t even think I deserve to be happy.
it takes 237 muscles to fake an orgasm but 15 to say “it’s called a clitoris and it’s right here”