“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn’t changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
—André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name
You know what breaks my heart? Kids who were always told that they were too smart and used to be overachievers but now they have depression and anxiety and other mental illnesses and can’t recover because the bar was always too high for them and they just sit and suffer silently watching everyone else get on with life while trying to be what they used to and trying not to commit suicide but they can’t talk about it because “You’re smart you’re gonna figure it out yourself ” .
Nothing is more disappointing than knowing that no one will help you as you sink deeper and deeper into darkness and believing that all your high hopes and dreams will remain dreams forever.
I feel you kids. You are not alone .
I’m never going to be the pretty one, the smart one, the popular one, the cool one. I’m just a nobody. Nobody calls me their best friend, nobody says I’m their favorite person, nobody tells me they love me. And I’m sick of it.
It’s like I feel fine, I’ve had a good day then I start to over analyse every single thing. Every conversation I’ve had. Everything I’ve said/done. Do people not like me because of stupid stuff. It’s uncontrollable I feel like everyone hates me.