I’m saying “excuse me” but I mean “why the fuck are u and ur friends fucking standing in the middle of the hallway blocking everyone what the fuck u fucker”
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I don’t need pills.
I don’t need God.
I don’t need a fucking psychiatrist.
I need a hug.
If you saw me you wouldn’t think I am depressed or that I self harm or that i’m suicidal. I don’t look like any of those things. That’s why nobody actually takes me seriously when I say i’ve had a bad day or say i’m feeling awful. No one actually believes my pain is real. So maybe I do make it up,maybe I just make a fuss out of nothing. I’m perfectly fine
this makes me sad cause its fuckin relevant