Im Like 93% Sure Theres A Ghost Who Lives In My Closet, And Ive Lovingly Dubbed Them Closet Ghost. No

I’m like 93% sure there’s a ghost who lives in my closet, and I’ve lovingly dubbed them closet ghost. No I will not explain

Sometimes I think about the 3k word underfell fanfiction I started writing in elementary school, with a fully fleshed out storyline and oc’s. Then I want to cry because I know damn well I wasn’t above sharing that garbage with my teachers when I was like 10 or 12 and it just. I can’t.

It was in comic sans also

The mentality of “I’m a villain, but I’m not a monster” is such a wild thing, considering the opposite sentiment has been true for such a long time. Cause screw “I’m a monster, but I’m not a villain” heroes are garbage

Entering a depressive episode is never fun. You think about the last time this happened, but you’re too tired to remember. You’re too tired to think of any coping mechanism that you or your therapist have ever came up with. And you start to go through the motions of life on autopilot. You don’t realize you’re in this state for weeks, until someone who you care about convinces you to take a break, and you can’t even give them that. So you keep on going until what, color starts to come in again? It’s easier? You think it’s never going to get easier again, and it’s all hopeless.

So you say, “I’ll do it for him” the reason you didn’t realize You were in an episode, because he made you want to do things. And you’ll take a god damn break because missing one day of your life being an anxious pile of goo is what you deserve. You deserve a break.

Get you a best friend that would believe you 100% if you told them you time travelled

They say that your eyes are windows into your soul; well I can’t read.