i feel selfish for being sad right now
i had an awesome day, like i met bridgit mendler and spent the day with my mom and my sister, like today was so fantastic
but now i am in my room staring at my wall and wishing i were not breathing
if someone tells you depression isn’t real, please kick them in the knee.
because if meeting your favorite person then feeling like death is a super great thing in the same day doesn’t strike you as odd then i don’t know what does
but i feel guilty i feel like i can’t be sad because my sister and mom had such a great time
normally i tell my mom when i feel this way but i don’t want to because i don’t her to feel like today wasn’t a good day; it was great.
i know people who i know irl will read this but i like to think when i type these things that i am talking to no one.
i hate sadness more than i hate mangoes
also i think i should talk to my doctor about medicine because this is clearly not working atm