Heaven forbid you wind up alone and don’t know why
I’m on a new antidepressant, and I’m finding the world harder to deal with than ever before. The first few weeks are supposed to be like this, and then when enough builds up in my system it’s supposed to get easier… It’s just hard to get through this part.
I feel distinctly like no one understands me today, and there is not enough trust in those relationships I truly cherish.
There is nothing worse than getting criticism from someone you consider your lesser.
Does pinocchio live in fear that if he’s ever a bad boy again he’ll get turned back into wood?
My metaphors are overly vague and also stupid.
Ch: "Platypus is a funny word."
W: "Platypus is a funny animal."
C: "It uses too much racial humor for me."
It feels good. Is that reason enough for you?