do you guys ever do that thing where you adjust the tabs because they don’t look like they’re in the right order
I crave being needed so much that I forgot that the one who needed me the most was myself.
my mother told me that you can’t cure depression;
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me,
and taking six instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t going to speed up the process.
but i met a boy who tasted better than prozac.
he made it easier to be out of bed.
he kissed me like i was alive,
like i wasn’t empty,
like maybe there was something left inside of me.
he made my bones ache less when he touched me.
he made it okay.
when my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces.
when i stopped breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to find the last little bits of happiness left in my veins,
he was there to lace me back together.
but he left.
i haven’t slept in three days.
my mother was right.
I AHVE TO HAVE ALL OF THEM RIGHT THIS SECOND
*plays Brown Skin*
I’m ready to fight everyone of them rn
If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.
you cant spell school without i want to stab myself