Wtf is wrong with me
"I got my hands in my pockets and my head in the clouds"
Wtf is wrong with me
:/
For as long as I can remember depression has always been shadowing me, waiting to overcome me with its darkness. It’s something that I have spent my whole life trying to outrun but around every corner it’s nested, waiting to pounce. I can remember being in elementry school and missing days upon days of classes just so I could sit in the comfort of my dark lonely room. Of course no one could tell when I was that young, I was just an overly sensitve young girl. Even from a young age I knew what I was feeling wasn’t normal, it was more then just being easily upset. I also knew this darkness would set me apart from others, so I learnt fast how to hide it and how to hide it fucking well. After being on this emotional whirlwind rollercoaster for so long my brain can reckognize, before anyone can catch the darkness shadowing my glimmer, when the next descent is coming. Some how riding it out often seems easier then seeking help to step off the ride. As long as the plunges don’t pass the point of no return.
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