audreystyles2:

twistsdiary:

I’m depressed, and I feel the need to apologise for that. I get it, I lay in bed all day and do nothing with my life. So sorry, I know you expect more from me. I’m sorry I’m disappointing you by doing nothing with my life. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten a better job, that I’m refusing to go school, or to have a life of my own. It’s just every god damn breath I take to do anything is just drowning me alive. I wish you would understand me when I speak, but it’s like gibberish to you.

rosewater1997:

Everyday is like. Endure Emotions and Complete Tasks. Can I die

pasdecoeur:

FUCK NETFLIX.

FUCK MARVEL.

GIVE ME MY CRIME-FIGHTING DORKS BACK, YOU GRUBBY BASTARDS.

stresssoanddepresso:

God I’m a horrible fucking person.

siennanineteen:

How the fuck do you tell a professor you couldn’t finish your essay because you were getting too close to actually trying to kill your self

nikt-w4zny:

sublimequotesilove:

“That’s the problem with drinking. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”

— Charles Bukowski.