Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
In your closet full of clothes, you say you have nothing to wear. Be that selective in a room full of men.
Friends who trivialize your mental illness are not friends
Friends who don’t attempt to understand your mental illness are not friends
Friends who shame you for your mental illness are not friends
I’m moody as fuck so if you want a relationship/friendship with me understand that there will be days that I will not care for your presence even though you did nothing wrong followed by days where you’ll be the only person that I want to talk to despite having nothing to say.
… Like I said, my parents go shopping. And I’m following. Behind. With a Vergil figure I bought myself.
The older I become the worse it gets. Birthdays suck.