To live with love and happiness

depression-stays-but-you-dont:

Idk what the point of this is. Wake up every day do pretty much the same shit. And the end goal is pretty much the same. Get a good enough job so that you can pay bills and buy loads of shit that u dont really need. I dont wanna do any of it. I cant remember feeling happy. I cant remember feeling happy instead of pure anxiety. Whats the point of human life? Im not really seeing any point besides purely selfish reasons. We’re just out here killin the earth. Im thinking about killing myself more again lately. What’s the point? I cant feel happy. I dont want to do anything because im a piece of shit who fucks everything up. There isnt a point to my life. Im getting real fuckin tired of trying to convince myself otherwise. All the positive thoughts in the world arent doing a damn thing to change me. No matter how much i try its not enough! I cannot change who i am. Im not meant for this world.

Sorry darling. I couldn’t keep my promise. I’m coming home. Can’t wait to see you guys on the other side.

I’m losing…… I need help.

perrfectly:

“People who really go through it come to find that when you come out of your darkest days, you develop a sense of happiness that is so much more fulfilling. And they’ll tell you that it’s something worth fighting for.”

— riley b. (via perrfectly)

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ctcel:

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perrfectly:

“The most romantic things a man can do for a woman are the little things that let her know that she’s on his mind and in his heart.”

— Joshua Harris (via perrfectly)

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Tonight I would love to die. In fact I wish I was. My life is like a roller coaster that I don’t want to be on and frankly I feel like it’s plunged under water and I’m just drowning at this point. Why live a life in pain. Why stay here when there’s more days in pain over days of happiness. I promised my friends I’d live for them but I might break it….. I want to join them

br-o-ken-poetry:

The dangerous point is when you stop caring about getting better. You start to believe it’ll never happen, that this experience has damaged you beyond repair, and that it will be this, or worse, for the rest of your life. You have nothing to get better for because this has robbed everything from you: you talk to almost no one, maybe you’ve even dropped out of school or work or whatever, and you know that if you vanished today, no one would notice for at least a week, three days tops. You lie on the floor and you stare at the ceiling and you ask, why am I trying anymore? What still exists for me to care about?

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