me: finally opening up about my struggles with a friend
said friend: "connor... sweetie.... there is literally NOTHING wrong with you. like nothing. you're not depressed."
me:
(this is literally a conversation i just had and i'm confused like bitch you don't know my head i barely scratched the surface i am more complex that a few texts)
YOU ARE READING
eyes closed~~rants
Randomi like to believe that i've grown up a lot and then someone brings a balloon into the room and everything changes. the seventh book in the thrilling saga of me being an idiot
