the worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feeling better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.
a taste for adventure; homestuck
Just me, and my cookies, and my hair and my cats.
My mom just told me you’re not a woman until you get blood on nearly every pair of pants you love. I was like, “what if you don’t have periods?” And she said “I didn’t say it had to be your own.”
are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares
I’ve literally stopped talking mid-word in a story and no one has noticed.
I got a lot of praise today because I pointed out a mistake in a document whilst sitting 3 meters away from the monitor.
Somehow, this bothers me a lot.