i hate my depression. i hate that im bipolar. i know my thoughts arent real and i dont mean them, but i dont know how to stop making them hurt. i know im not lonely. but for some reason every fucking night for as long as i can remember a wave of depression hits me and i just feel this immense loneliness, like half of my heart is missing. like noone in the world cares about me, but i know they do. and i picture all these ways id love to kill myself but i know i want to live and i want to experience life yet im trapped in these thoughts of self destruction. please noone i know text or respond to this, just needed to get this out.
hey(: just work work work and school school school. And haha yeah I’ve lived in philly for 2 years now. howre you?
So after at least 20 tries and questioning if I’m retarded I finally made somethin presentable with crochet. I accidentally made a heart but I’m ok with that haha #crochet #beginner #green #heart #retarded @cricha22
@kimi_heartsxoxo after I kicked her butt in the gym. She was flopped on the ground but I took the picture too late 😊💪