On Repeat

i just wanna fast forward like 3 days. im so fucking bored with life and being conscious is a fucking chore

The Angel of Death, Émile Jean-Horace Vernet, 1851

I don't want to sleep bc I don't want to start another day & I don't want to b awake bc I can't b bothered to derive pleasure from anything

mood

O fuk

I hate how true this is but I still message first every time because I know if I don't I will end up never talking to them

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

— Charles Bukowski, Pulp

Everyone my age I meet has done so much, won awards, done crazy shit, made friends, been a part of a community, traveled, lived...and I've done almost nothing, I've left almost no mark on the world. I know I still I have time, but I can't help from feeling incredibly behind

U ever watch those "Signs Of Depression" vids even though u know all the signs and have been diagnosed, just to make sure?