The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry
If I’m really as perfect as everybody says I am, then why am I not with the only guy I want?
I often wonder if he even realises that I miss him.
I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me.