Depressing Life - Tumblr Posts
"they gossip - the small ones
they supports - the greats ones
they helps - the incredibles ones"
i love tumblr. i really do. this is my soft place. people here understand me. this place inspires me, comforts me, helps me when i feel mentally bad. we are like family. it doesn't matter that we are depressed or addicted. we listen, we understand, we fight together in this shitty life.
About me
Hi I’m Miya
I’m 18
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This is basically my vent page so quick tw, I will be talking about some very sad and depressing things so pls don’t scroll though my page if that’s a trigger for you💓
Some things about me😊
I love pink, I love Sanrio, I love collecting plushies, I love music and I love sleeping LOLL☺️💗
Feel free to dm me if you feel down and just need someone to vent too🌸
God Bless Me 🕊️ (my soft goth style look book and emo girl poem reading)
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my poem:
Why does no one like me?
Am I not pretty
Was I easier to love when I was 13
Scruffy face and soft thighs
Rigid thoughts and crooked teeth
I’m fixated on someone who isn’t alive
Dreaming of a better me
Leaves me feeling lonely
Ripped soles, ripped soul
I’m already bleeding
Jab the steel in deeper
Fingers like metal
Cold and boney
Artificial Intelligence
What’s the point of living
Don’t mind me
I forgot the world exists outside of me sometimes
Shy and nervous
I’m scared and anxious
Just ignore me
I forget there’s other people breathing
Don’t wanna be seen
Stop looking at me
I’m fake hair and too much eyeliner
Walking past the beach
I’m used to puddles and jagged streets
Never been somewhere where I could just be me
Stare at me but I just don’t care
Dark Chocolate
I’m not as sweet as you think
Not as dark as I seem
My scopes so small
And my eyesights pretty bad
I’m pretty in the mirror
Behind the digital camera
But never in person
Kiss me til I can’t feel my toes
Heaven Is For Real
Ain’t just a movie
Living in hell
Is just another Tuesday for me
Who wears boots to the beach?
A hipster wannabe
Is all I’ll ever be
But hey, at least the boys think I’m sexy
Dirty blondes
Oversized tank tops
Sweaty, so shiny
You’re the highlight of my day
I wish I could be under you
As I pass by with my head down
Dodging eyeballs
As if they were bullets
I don’t give smiles out for free
Unless you entice me
Little kids building sand castles
As big brother kicks them down
That’s life for you
God loves you
But only on Sundays
Melted ice cream
I’m dripping for you too
I can’t accept your drink
I don’t let my guard down just for anybody
Unless a paycheck is involved
I only see me
And I’m not used to giving in
Expensive Prescriptions
Big fake teeth
We don’t belong here
Yet i try so hard to fit it
In a place so temporary
Would god mind if we shared a sin?
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poem: God Bless Me by dark baby, (2023).
You and me forever
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I never been to the beach
I envy the sea
I wish i was as free as the birds
Even them, they must obey the wind
Sweet sand, cover me fully
Warm sun-kissed skin
Bronze me and leave me lovely
Kiss me quickly
Like a wave, i move on swiftly
At my own pace
Til i give in
Depressed Barbie 🖤 (my 1990s rockstar girlfriend lookbook and billie eilish music video)
i feel so depressed
Hoy es uno de esos días en el que no quiero estar, pero tampoco deseo irme,
Atte,
Nanu
Que la vida me perdone por todas las veces que quise quitármela,
Atte,
Nanu.
Me aislo para no sentirme sola, que irónico,
Atte,
Nanu.
Tu ausencia me duele, pero yo no fui la que se alejó
I wonder how many beautiful songs I will never know the existence of because I'm sleeping while listening to music :(
Why is it that no one tells you how hard it is to love yourself? To be bake to wake up in the morning and not feel as though there's something off about you or that a change needs to be made. Why can't we just be okay from sun up to sun down with no repercussions facing us the next time we open our eyes? It would be easiest not to feel at all, but then we lose important things. Damned if you do, damned if you don't, right? I want to be okay, but will I ever be able to get out of my head? I don't even know if I want that; I feel safest there, and yet it's my biggest threat fuukk lives, such its a disaster, and yet why can't I seem to find the courage to move on from it, let go and see what's on the other side after death? Is it really all down to what others will do and how they will deal with me being gone, as if it would make a big impact. I doubt ill leave that big a hole in their lives, nothing like a gaping mass, more like a pothole in the road that is their story. God, I wish it were that easy to get over. Every time I bring myself down, that tiny voice in the back of my head says the opposite, as if it's my own little fighter ready to protect me from the big bad dragon that is myself. Does everyone find it hard like this, struggling to even know if they want help, to crawl out of this hole that is their present circumstance, or is it just the lost hopes, the ones deemed unfit for survival and no point in offering any sort of hint or clue as to find their way. Jesus Christ, I am annoying. I get in my own way, and I doubt there's anything that will change. Good luck, losers; you'll need all the help and possibilities you can get.
I think I am depressed again
I wish my mom had an abortion
Tumblr is making me less suicidal🎀