Si nosotros fueramos colores, tú serías el color amarillo. Tan brillante, con luz propia y difícil de pasar desapercibido. Un color tan feliz y lleno de vida, exactamente como tú.

I feel stuck.

In this life

In this room

In this house

In this body

In this head

In this relationship

In just everything.

Explaining my depression to myself

It is like one of those scary movies, where the killer is running after you and then you have nowhere to hide anymore so he catches you and then he takes his mask off and you realize the killer has been you the whole time.

Hello Tumblr, my only friend.

I wonder if I’ll ever have the guts to kill myself