There are far too many people who bottle up
their depression, and let it sit and rot at the
bottom of their soul. It sits there, sits there,
it can be felt even more when you’re alone
and your mind begins to wander in the deepest
parts of melancholy. I think that’s what kills them,
the pressure of pretending they’re okay, that they
don’t have demons sitting on their chest in the
middle of the night. Instead of breathing through
it, grabbing a hand when they’re about to fall into
their own little hell, they try to fight it alone. Yet
sometimes you can’t fight it alone, you need to
scream out for help, and god no it doesn’t make
you weak or frail. It will just make you stronger in
the long run, when you have that face of someone
who cares in front of you sometimes a mile seems
like five steps and ten miles seems like one. It will
not be easy, it’s never easy, you’ll be wheezing and
sometimes barely holding on through your journey.
You can’t give up though, once you find that path,
you can’t give up. You’ll reach your destiny, but only
if you have the courage to face what’s in your way first.
No more swallowing it down with a bottle of liquor,
no more bleeding it out with a razor in your hand.
Let it out, scream it out. Put your fists up, and fight.
Hey kids, as we approach Halloween I just wanted you guys to be careful and say DON’T FUCK WITH SPIRITS. Don’t mess with Ouija Boards, don’t talk to no dead people, don’t fuck with demons, don’t summon shit, don’t dick around in abandoned buildings. If you are considering a thing, just think, “would a white person in a horror movie do this thing?” If the answer is yes, then don’t do the thing.
what the heck s going on? youre the second one to ask me today xD
its fine! we broke up cause she moved away and were still in contact and stuff!
hahaha thanks a lot and i dont have a girlfriend anymore
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