I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what’s wrong, you can’t say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize just how much is wrong. You know that feeling? Yeah, it sucks.

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i hate to say it

But I’m tired and fading fast.
Is it time to go home yet?
Where are you when I need you most?

Can’t sleep, so tired.
Frustrated.
Confused.
Wish you were here.
I love you.

Reblog if you’re willing to answer anything that comes to your ask box right now.

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Falling asleep to Coldplay rather than your voice…

It sucks, to say in the least. I’m tired of thinking about you. And hearing about you. I really wish everyone could just shut up. I wish I didn’t want to hear what you are doing this weekend or what you wore yesterday…but I do. And I hate it. I hate it more than I can tell you. I suck at showing my feelings- everyone thinks I’m okay. And when I show them…they think I’m joking. My own father laughs on my face about my depression. You were supposed to keep me safe. You told me I was the one.

You lied and I can’t get over it. You deceived me and I’m letting it kill me.

I’m so tired of feeling like this, when do i get to go home?

Guess what?

I turned sixteen today.

Cool, right?

2005 Pacifica Touring and a really fucking expense fossil watch.

Drivers exam, 9:15 tomorrow.

My life just begun.