(Source: flowerlilies)

I don’t know what to do or think anymore.

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I take it back.  I’m not going to be okay for the next few days.
Maybe after that.  But…not right now.

I just… I need a hug.  But apparently I don’t matter enough, because nobody has noticed that I am not okay.

Oh well.  Might as well just…sit and wait for the inevitable.  I’ve always known I was too much hassle for anyone, so it isn’t surprising.  Just…sad.

I don’t know what’s happening, and I don’t know what’s going to happen.
But, you know what?  I think I’m going to be okay, no matter what.  Not immediately, no.  But all day, I’ve had this sense of…realization.  I matter.  I’m not a worthless speck of dust.  I might not change the world as a whole, but I’ll change the worlds of those around me.  I need to stay alive.  Because you know what?  There are people who need me.
My depression isn’t going to win. I’ll be sad sometimes, yes.  But I’ll be okay.  I’m going to graduate high school, go to university and get a degree, and I’m going to do amazing things.

Now, if only I had realized this two days earlier… 

I was right.  Nobody cares anymore.
One halfhearted reply.  Out of how many?

One. Fucking. Response. 

It’s quite fucking painful to inhale glass dust for extended periods of time.

Oh well.