YJul14 00.48 2015


YJul13 22.59 2015




 i'm starting to understand the word depression more....






  how big it is


    how fatal it is..





why it is so hard to battle it.




 i'm starting to understand me more..

YJul13 22,54 2015



2. While we still don't know exactly what led her to suicide, most people who commit those things are the people who could no longer see even a small ray of hope in their lives, and could no longer bring themselves to live any longer. That or they're clinically depressed - it's a legitimate mental illness. It's not just a simple act of escaping from their problems.
                                  -from another commenter

YJul13 22:45 2015



 "depression is like drowning while seeing everyone around you breathing"
                                                -read this from a commenter of a blog post about Julia Buencamino who committed suicide.




 I don't know her, but I've this immense connection to her, ....  . . feels creepy weird.





http://www.jamesbangfiles.com/2015/07/julia-buencamino-s-suicide-found-in-her.html

http://www.jamesbangfiles.com/2015/07/julia-buencamino-s-painting-before-she.html
                                   

YJul11 00:18 2015

 no one loves me. i dont love myself


YJul10 23:38 2015


 im losing it



im losing it

YJul08 20:38 2015


YJul08 20:35 2015



  when you're thinking of someone, but you know that he's not thinking of you.
=(

YJul02 06:54 2015



  what's protecting yourself for if loving yourself is the hardest thing to do?

what's the use? In the end it's not worth it...

..so throwing it all away might indeed be the better option.

YJul02 06:05 2015



 protect yourself, or throw it all away.

YJul01 23:01 2015













My Warning~

Dunno why I created this crap. Dunno how to start. Guess this is one of those times when the ton inside my chest is taking over and giving in seems like a favor, a rest in my long battlefield. I'm ashamed I know my writing never can equate to what im feeling inside but sadness is currently maneuvering my hand, taking its chance to break free. I'm about to text you now but I'll fail that fight I've been on for three years. Creating this site seems less embarrassing.

I know no one will intentionally be here, and if in case you stumbled here reading this crap ...then

go one, be gone, hit X. This shitload is just my sadness. Wont do you any good -TA
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