"I think the hardest thing is realizing your depression never ‘goes away’. It’s always there, like a relentless ex girlfriend. You’re fine, and you’ll wake up one morning with your paint job ruined and two flat tires, and I think that’s the only thing I can compare it to because I am completely deflated. I am covered in scars and walking around as a corpse. I wonder sometimes how such an empty thing can take up so much space and that makes me realize that we’re not so much living as barely existing, and the worst thing is that no matter how decayed these bones become, they will still take up more space than they deserve."
Everything seems to be falling apart and I can’t pick myself up.
-thesoulpages || (c.n.p) ((something I wrote when I realized recovery is unrealistic))
"Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress."
Like not once did she say “I want a prince to come and rescue me from my situation.”
She just wanted to look cute and turn the fuck up at the party.