Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about if you loved me you would.
—  Prozac Nation – the most relatable quote in the history of quotes
You don’t know what it’s like to stare at your wrists, burning and red, as the thoughts choke you. To look down at what you’ve done and whisper, “the only thing I’m good at is hurting myself.”
—  When did it come to this? // A.S