I know I have to stop tweeting about my depression but fuck you guys it’s eating me whole, I can’t breathe. Ya’ll remember that Britney meltdown yup that’s me right now.
I found this picture in my mom’s phone and I’m sobbing😭 I know it’s probably not socially acceptable to still be grieving the death of a pet but fuck it still hurts.
I have a journal where every night I write down one thing I look forward to for the next day and it’s those little things that help me get out of bed every morning.
The best way I can describe this is...Arturo is Luke P. It’s hurts to say it but it’s true. He’s said a lot of what Luke P has actually said it’s wild.
Things would be so much easier/ healthier if I could just communicate how I’m feeling instead of playing it off but it’s so difficult, I don’t know how.