All the way across the sea I'm sitting here fucking crying because one of, Maybe even my only, bestfriend is trying to kill herself.
Why.
This is why I don't fucking believe in God as much as my family does.
He takes what you love and fucking throws them away! I can't seem that damn light of that! Three damn friends in one fucking year. Yeah, thanks a lot God...
It's easy to say fuck life and move on. For normal people..
Depressed people though? It's fucking hard as shit! To fucking move on when someone calls you names. It's easy to joke and brush it aside, yeah. But it's hella hard to forget those words. It's hard to stop them from ringing in your head. It's hard to not believe them. But, you can mute them every now and then... you can press pause and enjoy life. And if there nothing to enjoy, then the thoughts nds words do attack. So find something! Find a hobby, activity, something you love to do! Don't search for the fucking end, don't stand still in the race of life... the least you can do is move slowly, be the turtle... not the hare.
