the worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feeling better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.
I can’t wait for the day that I get a small apartment in a big city with someone that I love. Like nothing excites me more, I find myself thinking about it at 3 am, my mind races, thinking about how we’ll decorate it. Be able to come home from work, make dinner together, hug them from behind while we wait. Eat and watch our favorite shows, go to bed and not have to worry about being apart because we have each other in our arms every night when we drift off to sleep.
the thing is literally NO ONE cares if u dont think leggings count as pants. no one. no one cares. everyones gonna keep wearing them as pants. theyre pants. no one cares what u think