Just because I don’t physically hurt myself does not mean that I am not depressed, that I don’t know what real depression feels like.

Because everyday I think of things that have gone wrong in my life, things that could have went differently…and I mentally torture myself without trying.

Just because I don’t pull people into my problems and make them  fell bad for me does not mean that I don’t want or need help, or that I don’t want someone to be there for me. 

It just means that I know everyone has their own problems to deal with and by far mine are no more important than theirs.

I may not bitch and complain…But I hurt inside, more than I am willing to admit.

trixie-and-solar:

darksorrowandgearhoof:

lots-of-carrots-and-no-spoons:

directioners-welcomee:

yankees-bsb-aremyinspiration:

lots-of-carrots-and-no-spoons.

DAMMIT, STAFF.

Lol just gonna reblog this on all my saved urls.

well, id hate to be…

my friends and I in southpark form

gettin ready for prom

just rebloging

clay moose made by a friends and myself.

panicismyrain:

So.
I realized
While going through my pictures
that when I’m bored I like to take pictures of my pants.
I’m unsure as of why, honestly.
Just thought I would share with you.

Me: wtf are you doing in the bottom left corner? ur legs are sideways!!

what movie is this? I remember watching it but I cant remember the name