I want to die, I want to die, I want to die…
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
|—||Albert Camus, The Fall (via teenager90s)|
I dont know what it is about you. Maybe its the way nothing else matters when we’re talking, or how you make me smile more than anyone else has. It could be the way you say the right thing at exactly the right time. But whatever it is, I just want you to know that it means everything to me.
Can’t go over it.
Can’t go under it.
Can’t go around it.
Gotta go through it.
Trying to explain depression or anxiety to someone who’s never experienced it.
What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else.