Just stopping by to say that after three, almost four rough years that took me from a mild to life threatening depression, I am finally past it. I stopped using unhealthy coping mechanisms and although not every day is great, I’m happy. I don’t want to die. I cut out things that made me unhappy and focused on the good. It was hard. Surprisingly leaving tumblr was probably one of the best things I did for myself. I can now provide a stable shoulder for friends when they are in times of need and I’m happy to do so. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel guys.
I’d just like to say there’s something really special I find in watching the snow fall in the dead of night when everyone else is asleep. When the flurries are backlit by the streetlights and there’s no one to leave their footprints upon the newly fallen snow.
I feel like things can be different.
my life. what is my life.
Even though I don’t think we will ever speak again I sometimes wonder if you’ll think of me. Maybe you’ll be cleaning your room and something will remind you of me and you’ll wonder how I’m doing and what I’m up to. I’d like to think that you would. I know I do.
kinda sad cause i slept over at his place but we didnt cuddle much i mean i know we aint that shit but im too emotionally invested and i tried to get out once but he steam rolled his way back in and i feel kinda stuckkk
if we’re in a mutual follow feel free to fucking kill me