lowkey high functioning depression makes me feel like a zombie who puts on a nice skin colored outfit everyday & then i go outside & pretend i am normal & fun & productive & deserve to exist & the second im alone my skin falls off & the awful stench of being rotten fills my nose
imagine pouring your heart out to someone and they still somehow manage to make it about themselves. your own struggles are not supposed to rid you of sympathy for others. if they do, then you serve no one but yourself.
you cannot study literature without also studying history, myths and legends, religions, sometimes art and music and many more topics and this is why i love it so much i think