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Everyone Has Their Own Story, and This is Mine...

My body is tired and I’m tired of my body.

Me everyday (via hai-lei)


The problem with a history of depression and anxiety is that you can never know if you’re “just having one of those weeks” or if you’re sliding back down into those places you swore you’d never go again.

I’m getting bad again but I’m too tired to care.


I’m so fucking weird
It’s like:
I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot.
I hate people but I want to be everyone’s friend.
I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous.
I need help.


When you fuck something up first thing in the morning