Cry - Kelly Clarkson

Chills, all up and down my spine. 

Pick yourself up

-everysecond:

i literally do everything i can to make people feel better about themselves and nobody appreciates it, or me. i don’t have to compliment you, i don’t have to tell you what i like about you, i don’t have to be as nice as i am to everybody, but i am because i treat people how i’d want to be treated, but i get treated like shit, funny how life works.　

“Kiss me James”

“You got it blondie”

I die <3

You can do it

Sometimes it’s never obvious with depression. 

I know mine did

story of my lifeeeee.

Life lesson # 1 

-No one actually cares that you’re sad or depressed or whatever. They just say that they do so they can make themselves think that they’ve helped. You have to fix you. No one else can. Take Marilyn for example. She cried wolf too much by OD’ing on sleeping pills on numerous accounts. Whether it was for attention, or actual suicide attempts no one knows. But her final time, she succeeded. Hence; her final try. No one cared anymore. No one bothered to check on her because it was the same old shit. Well when they finally decided they should, she was laying face down in her bed, phone in hand, and an empty bottle of pills beside her. Too late. Then people started giving a shit. Well doesn’t help now that she’s dead does it? My point is, no one gives two shits if you’re sad. Fix yourself because god only knows that you’re the only one who can and will if you put yourself to it. Get your shit together. 

And this goes for me.

Probably the shittiest month of life. 

Let’s make it a good one this year