you’re the only person living that i trust to guide me home.

the kind of tired sleep just doesn’t fix anymore.

i really wish that some strangers would stay strangers.

slowly starting to feel nothing when someone says “i’ll always be here.” i’ve believed it and became close with people just to mean nothing to them the next day. you really only have yourself in this world.

i hope one day i’ll stop letting social anxiety, shyness and my fear of rejection keep me from making friends or accomplishing the things i want to.

cherish every single happy moment even the smallest ones, because one day it can all just be taken away from you.

the last few years i spent my birthday surrounded by people who made me feel loved and seen, i should of cherished those moments more. a lot has changed since, but i just wanted to say thank you to those who had put in the effort to make it feel special in the past.

words are hollow when there is no actions behind them.

everyone is capable of changing and growing as a person, you just have to be willing to see it.

can people just learn to take accountability for their actions rather than trying to put the blame on someone else once they get caught.

even though not everything needs a response, i just want to say that if you make absolutely no effort to be in someone’s life you don’t get to have any say in the choices they choose to make.

as much as i enjoy spending my time alone, some days i wish i had that small group of friends to laugh and enjoy party games with.

imagine preaching so much about "bro code" but then trying to get with everyones ex.

i feel like years of persistent depression has left me a black hole of a person– i leave social situations feeling like i was Too quiet Too boring not interesting enough said all the wrong things and like it would’ve been better if i was never there at all

Depression is strange. It doesn’t always look like sadness. Sometimes it looks like forgetting how to be yourself. You wake up one day and realize the things that used to make you feel alive now feel like chores. The jokes don’t come as easily. The excitement is gone.

seeing someone put effort into others so easily and then wondering why i become distant is humorous to me.

i won’t bother trying to explain myself for anything i do and i no longer care to put effort in those who don’t deserve it. if you have an issue with me and the choices i make you can feel free to leave my life. i will still wish you the best. in the end, life goes on.

All that remains. — the abyss.