think about what your dog would say to you if he knew how much you hated yourself
this just changed my life
kitty would be like “yes that is interesting bess but what about my water bowl”
Jaya would be like “fuck ya feelings bitch u got a carrot?”
I would say this:
Your depression isn’t romantic, deep, or poetic. It’s a monster that you need to deal with. Stop putting it off till the last minute because unlike any homework assignment, it won’t just “go away”.
Starving yourself isn’t cute. Your skin gets blotchy and every day is a walking anxiety attack, and no matter what the number on the scales says, each digit translates to “you still hate your life”.
Don’t fall in love, not yet. The long haired tall boy with eyes like the sky doesn’t love you back, no matter how good he fucks you in the morning or how long he looks into your eyes on the front porch. When he leaves you, smoking in your room until the sun comes out and fucking your best friends brother isn’t going to bring him back. No matter how much you tell yourself that it’s going to.