“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.”—John C. Moffi
I love this so much.
No one ever checks up on me. No one asks how I’m doing, how I’ve been, what’s going on in my life. No one bothers to cheer me up when I’m down. It’s a really sad feeling, actually. That’s why I always try to check up on people, or tell people that I’m here to listen if they ever need someone whenever I see them post up something sad. It’s really makes a difference.
When I’m happy it doesn’t last very long. I always look on the negative side of things. Nothing motivates me anymore. I’m sick and tired of feeling this way, but I just don’t know what to do.