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Q

how to tell if I'm sad again

•I don’t respond to your texts for days

•I don’t respond to your texts for hours

•I don’t respond to your texts at all

•I respond with short answers

•I sound disinterested in our conversations, texting or not

•I don’t eat/drink/talk as much as usual

•I stare out into space more than often

•I stay in one place/a few places for long periods of time without moving v much

•I lose track of time

•I rub my head/eyes as if I have a migraine

•I talk more quietly than normal

•I don’t talk abt myself at all

•I make cynical comments, especially abt my existence

•I sleep too much or too little

this is not just me, though. these are common signs/things to be aware of and look for in people/friends/family members struggling w depression. stay safe, and stay aware.

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I got my heart broken and I survived, I failed 3 courses in university and graduated, I got rejected in the very first job I applied for and got promoted yesterday, I went through hard times with my family but then two years later, we laughed our hearts out over lunch, The closest friends disappointed me several times but I made new friends and loved them with all my heart. I did it once, I can do it again.

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y do I always get myself into these situations

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unpopular problematic opinion but

you shouldn’t have to reveal some deeply personal thing about yourself, especially if it somehow affects your safety, just so that people will listen to you and stop treating you like shit

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Important message!!

I think most of us didn’t expect we would still be alive these days. So take a moment and be proud of yourself.

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Some nights I wish I could go back in life. Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice.

6pm in New York- Drake (via bl-ossomed)

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I want a relationship where we can get drunk at midnight, just the two of us, and sit up talking and making out all night, and go to the beach at four in the morning. I want someone who’s down for adventure. I want someone who will go camping with me, and boating, and fishing, and travel. I want someone who wants me for life. I want passion that doesn’t burn out.

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I realized how I tore such a beautiful garden apart when I saw it all die. I forgot that flowers weren’t dependent on my praising eye, and that no amount of compliments could convince these flowers to stay alive. Just like us, flowers need care and comfort. Pretty words and teasing gazes will never equate to the love we need to survive.

Nature Comparisons (#1) |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

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I am afraid. Of simple things like spiders, needles and snakes. I can avoid these things though. I’m also afraid of sadness, the unknown and tomorrow. I can’t avoid this. I’m afraid that I’ll never be satisfied, never be happy, I’m afraid that I’m too weak to succeed, that I’m never going to achieve anything substantial. I’m afraid that I’ll live too long, or die too young. That I’ll never fall in love, that I’ll never see my children grow. I’m afraid that I won’t have a job that makes me happy, I won’t ever wake up with a smile. I’m afraid that I’ll hold on to people that have left, and that I’ll be forgotten by people who try to stay. That I’ll never be pretty enough, or I’ll be discriminated. That I won’t have the will to fight what’s wrong, that I’ll always be a bystander. I’m so afraid of myself too. I’m afraid that I’ll make myself feel ugly, that I’ll continue to be cruel to myself. I’m afraid that I’ll keep making myself this fearful, that I’ll be the one who ultimately stops me from achieving anything. I am so afraid. Yet I’ll keep pretending I’m not at all.

Fears of a Suburban Teen |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

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hey, could you love me? i mean, i’m messy haired and hard headed, but there’s love in me too. hey, could you love me? i mean, my lips are misshapen and my tongue plays with knives, but i’ve got poetry in me too. hey, could you love me? i mean, i laugh too loud and i love too hard, but i’m softer than fresh, powdery snow. hey, could you love me? i mean, i feel a bit lonely, but i’m good company. hey, could you love me? i mean, i’m tired of keeping my own self company.

the loneliness. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

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Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

Reyna Biddy (via deeplifequotes)

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