Depressing Quotes - Blog Posts

I'm so done with all the fake friends. When all they do is talk about other friends with you and how amazing they are. Don't they realize I'm not as strong as them? It hurts more than it should Do they talk about me with their other friends? No. They don't. I'm nothing compared to them

You are the air I need to breath. My body has grown dependent on you and you don’t even acknowledge my existence anymore. I’m suffocating without you. And you learned how to breathe without me.

theheartoftheplanet

Everyday, and counting.

“Sometimes I feel dead, and I hate everybody”

Ottessa Moshfegh “My Year of Rest and Relaxation”

I'm supposed to be asleep right now

But once again I'm in my room crying

Wishing that everything would just stop.

Do you ever just lay on the bathroom floor crying your eyes out because you just can't handle anything anymore and everything feels like it's crashing down

Yeah me too

"I am always jealous. I am ALWAYS jealous. No matter how much I have. I am always wanting more. I can't be filled. I can't be enough. I can't get everything. I want more. I want more. And I have so much love, blessings, accomplishments, money, talent----more than I deserve for free and I still chase for more. I still scoff at other's happiness. I still wish for their failures. I pray for their downfall. I want to see them get beautifully destroyed, just because I don't want to see them succeed. I still want what they have even if in reality, I don't need it, I want it so they can't have it. I am so petty, so mean, so ill. No wonder no one likes me. I am filled with so much hate and despair and spite that I could never ever have enough"

~one of my unfinished novels. <3

yeah i’m fine (sometimes fictional characters are the only people i feel loved by)

I heard a little girl killed herself today, that blood's on your hands!

“Your eyes are far too pretty to be wet by those who didn’t realize what they had.”

- a.m. {they don’t deserve you}

why do i have to feel if all i've felt is hurt.

- i'm stuck in a mess that i made for myself

If every word I said could bring you back,

and allow me to hear your voice once more

I’d talk endlessly

about everything under the sun.

- about the loss of a loved one

I loved you, I always will,

and that’s the problem

because the sad reality is

that I’ll love you way more

than I will ever love myself..

MSI

<If Only>

It’s like walking through a field of flowers

wearing a white flowy dress and you’re happy

you’re picking flowers and it’s a joy so immense

nobody can stop you, you’re free but then

you hit a wall, the flowers in your hands are not there

they’re replaced by rubbish, and then you look back

and it’s no longer the field of flowers.. it’s a mess

a mess that you have no choice but to fix

so you do, you walk back

and start piecing it all together and you’re sad

you’re guilty because you created such chaos

you beat yourself up about it as you see everything;

the people you hurt, the mistakes you made,

the good ideas that were actually bad ideas

then once it’s clean you’re excited.. it’s the field again

and you’re running through it again and it’s scary

because you never know where the wall is

when you’ll be stuck looking at the mess again

but you still enjoy it, you still love the flowers..

MSI

< Bipolar Disorder In My Words >

I remember those five songs I shared with you,

the ones that showed how broken I was and

as we sat on your car staring at the navy blue sky,

the color it usually was at 3am,

I knew you understood

and I don’t think anyone ever will again...

MSI

<My Favorite Playlist is Filled With The Songs You Shared>

keep your crown up

maybe he wanted to live out the perfect tragic story he had created for them

it’ll heal

All love is, inherently, selfish. Ponder.

~Me

Downfall

I don't feel so good today.

I feel a strange, ancient ache in my soul. An aged feel to my rigid bones that once held the weight of the earth and the sky. Now they wish to rest, to turn to dust. They have endured enough weathering. I feel nostalgic for a life I have never lived, for a life I wish I lived. I suppose I do understand this humane desire. The soul was never meant to stay on the earth. It was meant to rise. And here, now, it is bound to, shackled to this body and inadvertently, to this world,held taut by the unyielding chains of gravity. I yearn for the day I return home. Up there.

I don't feel so good today and that's fine.

~Me

Depression may be invisible, but your absence is not.

— Por favor, por favor, déjame volver a dormir yo no quería volver a despertar— le supliqué muy despacio con muy poca voz....no me quizo escuchar — Please, Plese, let me go back to sleep, I didn't want to wake Up again anymore— I begged very slowly with a little voice .... They deos not want to hear