“If you find yourself thinking “Wait. Can’t say that. He’ll think I’m weird and fucked up.” Ditch them and find someone who responds with something twice as weird and three times as fucked up.”—Jeremiah Van Guilder (via avvfvl)
I’m falling again. Damn this depression and everything about it. I can literally feel my insides holding on to sanity for dear life as the rest of me is slowly falling into an inescapable darkness. I’m drifting, into the later sleepless nights, the crying fits, the uncontrollable anger, the repetitive overbearing thoughts. and here i sit, almost welcoming it, knowing i’m not able to stop it. i think i need to get back into therapy, fix myself again, vent my heart out to someone who probably has no care for any of my problems other than the fact that listening gets him a pay check. but it’s a must do, for the sake that my daughter deserves a happy me. i just hope i get better soon. i don’t know how long i can do this again.