This Is What Depression Really Looks Like
Depression doesn’t just look like a Cymbalta commercial.
Depression doesn’t just look like a Cymbalta commercial.
Stumble upon a piece of clothing from them. Maybe it’s a shirt. Boxers. That oversized sweatshirt with holes in the sleeves.
We chase it from the first moment a teacher decides to assign our intellect a grade. We take standardized tests. Our value becomes reduced to what we’ve achieved, what we’ve gained, what we can stack on top of a mantel.
But when I’m asleep, I’m afraid of having someone next to me.
I love Helga Pataki. This isn’t a secret. I named my Ukulele after her. She is my spirit animal, my guru, my Beyoncé.
Don’t worry about trying to fit into a label. You aren’t meant to. By nature of just being human, you’re going to be so many different things. BE ALL THE THINGS! ALLLL OF THEMMMMM.
“Hey buddy”
Sends Tom from Myspace a message to see what he’s been up to.
We try so hard to cover things that we will never actually escape.
I’m not sure I’ve ever really known what I want. That I will speak so highly of romance, but run away when it gets too real.