It lives in memories of taking Adderall in college and in thinking about that one time I closed my eyes at 3AM and could feel my eyes whizzing around really fast behind their lids and my heart racing and I remember thinking: why do I need this to do what everyone else is doing?
Depression is hidden in the jokes, the pauses, the drinks, the late nights, the forced smiles – perfectly rehearsed
Hello. My name is Hollow. I live inside your soul. Under the layers and layers of skin, and tissue and muscle… all the way down where nothing and everything survives.
Depression is feeling as though there’s a piece of you missing somewhere in the world and knowing you’ll never be able to get it back.
Tweet hysterical things like “emotional breakdowns are the new black” in an attempt to make my ambivalence more palatable.
The only person who can control me is myself – asking that of anybody else is an impossible task. It would grind any person to dust.
You’ve taken everything that was once beautiful in my life and made it dark and gritty.
