AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH hehe i need serious therapy

I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IM DEPRESSED. LIKE NOTHING OUTSIDE OF MY PERSONAL LIFE IS GOING WRONG OR ANYTHING. WELL NOT REALLY. AND LIKE I JUST DONT KNOW WHY I DONT WANT TO LIVE. I DONT UNDERSTAND IT. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
          WHY CANT I JUST BE NORMAL

please ppl, stop reporting me

ik you ain't on here often but if you get the time, could you pls update my @ on ur bio?

i should work on my story
          
          
          
          but i dont want to
          
          
          
          but i should
          
          
          
          
          but im a lazy bitch
          
          
          
          
          but i need to
          
          
          
          
          naw ill eat chips and binge instead

why are ppl randomly following me

I used to think that sadness was what happened when it was raining on a clear day. When a beloved pet died, when your favorite book is ruined.
          I am smarter now.
          Sadness is a weight. It is a mix of many things, actually. Self-hatred. Perfectionism. Indifference. Loss. They all make up the cake of sadness. That cake appears when the pressures of the world start to close in. When a dear friend turns from you. When you notice all of the flaws in yourself rather than the gifts.
          It is a blanket, covering you completely. Smothering you. You try to fight it, but eventually you can’t anymore. You give in to the crushing weight, drown in the sea. You stop taking care of yourself, stop brushing your hair and teeth. You stop eating, stop trying to fill that void. You stop getting up in the mornings, stop caring about life. To you, life is just another day of trying new medications and struggling through, waiting for death.
          Until you can’t wait anymore.

Tears. There are many different kinds of tears.
          Some tears signify joy and relief. They are filled with light and love and bittersweetness. Cascading down faces like a joyous waterfall, they tell a story of love shared and spent.
          Others are different. Heavier than all of the weights in the world. They are not shed to express joy, rather to let go of a part of the heart. They are completely filled with heaviness and weariness and they roll down cheeks like molten knives, cutting through defenses and breaking hearts.
          These tears, I am sorry to say, are very common.
          I should know.

hahahahaha. WHO KEEPS REPORTING ME

sup bitches
          its the middle o the night and im up after reorganizing my room, watching 3 movies, and reading a book and now im typing a story and drinking my sweet, sweet caffeine

BAE WHERE U AT