I don’t think people realise how hard it is to re-discover the person you were before depression or even try to remember your own personality
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
literally all i want is to fall asleep on someone
i’m very tired and i want to lay my head on someone’s stomach and have them run their fingers through my hair and sleep
"But don’t let your illness stop you!!!1!1!!"
I’m not “letting” my illness stop me it just plain IS stopping me it’s an ILLNESS it makes me ILL that’s what it DOES.