in the last couple of weeks, i’ve battling with a crippling depression. So strange, i was so full of light just 4 months ago. But I have decided to live a little, every day, choosing to live, even if my body wants to stay in bed
my mind cannot wrap the fact that when you break up with someone you’re also breaking up with the rituals you created. What do you mean we are no longer having our ramen days while watching movies?
the simple idea is ridiculous!
it’s heartbreaking how when a relationship ends, one can live peacefully without worries and the other ends up feeling like the saddest person on earth