I ☺ AM ☺ SO ☺ SAD
I hate that your sad but you keep tweeting tweets that 100% apply to me right now because I am sad too.
Well more than sad, my depression has hit a peak, but basically, yeah. Tweeting my soul.
When you’re talking to someone and you just feel yourselves growing further apart day by day.
Naps are tricky because you either wake up refreshed and relaxed or you have a headache, dry throat, and are unaware of what year you’re in.
I couldn’t stop crying earlier.
It’s weird to have one of those nights and then to see that someone else you’ve never met is also having one of those nights. This is actually the second other person on the Internet I’ve seen post tonight about uncontrollable crying tonight.
I feel connected in a weird way.
There’s nothing wrong with sex, people.
- Having sex every day.
- Saving sex for your wedding night.
- Never having sex.
- Having sex with different people.
- Having sex with one person.
- Having sex with a person of your same gender.
- Loving sex.
- Hating sex.
- Being loud.
- Being quiet.
The only thing wrong with sex?
When it’s not consensual.
Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.
What's wrong? :(
Hey you doing okay? :)
It’s crazy how depression works.
It’s that constant dull head ache that you can still function with, it’s there but it’s some what tolerable.
But the constant dull head ache of depression is at its very worse not when tragedy strikes, but when you’re supposed to be happy.
It’s that moment you’ve been waiting for and/or when something amazingly good happens, and you’re supposed to be full of joy, but you can’t be.
It’s like you physically can not be happy.
That dull head ache turns into a roaring pain that you cannot ignore. The headache is so intense you can’t even think or function anymore, you’re in the fetal position holding your head in your hands squirming.
When you’re supposed to be happy and you desperately want to be but you can’t because you’re miserable and the fact that you know you should be happy and want to be doubles, triples the misery and you can’t take it.
I hate depression. Fuck this. But this is the monster that I am. This is the mind I cannot escape. This is my reality.