i have depression. all my life i thought things like why am i not good enough? why is life so hard? etc. everyone i met has fucked me over, life is so difficult. being kind to others and giving to people in need makes me feel really good. i’ve never really loved myself very much because i thought i had to be an hourglass, have blonde hair, blue eyes, pierced ears, a boyfriend. etc. it took me awhile to realize that i’m not alone and we’re just a rock floating through infinite space. these little decisions and things i make and do won’t matter in ten years, and if it does then it’s for the better. life can be beautiful.
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