Last night, she woke me up at 2:37 to ask me if I wanted some cold pizza and her eyes lit up when I said yes. We ate in silence and I couldn't stop thinking how I found my God and my religion at 3 a.m. on a tuesday night.

Mental Illness is like internal bleeding. No one knows how much it really hurts until it kills you.

💔💔💔 it is slowly breaking my soul

Times are tough, but you are tougher. 

Definitely I am

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Note to myself