"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.
I’m so fucking weird It’s like: I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet. I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot. I hate people but I want to be everyone’s friend. I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous. I need help.