But god I’m so sick of not knowing which days I’ll be happy and which days the darkness consume me. I’m so fucking sick of going from being insanely happy to feeling drained and empty. I hate crawling into bed and having my built up thoughts tell me their secrets. I love being happy. I want to be happy. I try so hard to find happiness when I’m feeling down but it sneaks up on me and I fucking hate it.
"You can’t spend the rest of your life being afraid of people rejecting you, and you have to start by not rejecting yourself, you don’t deserve it. People can either accept you for who you are or they can fuck off"
people need to understand that some people just don’t like talking it has nothing to do with u so don’t take it personally like some people just aren’t talkers and they’ll probably never text u first or initiate a conversation and it’s not because they don’t like u it’s just that they don’t think to say anything bc they’re comfortable with not saying anything