“My sadness was not swallowing 32 pills and laughing like i was fine or stepping in front of cars because I enjoyed the rush of actually feeling alive. My sadness was being here week after week after week and hiding my sadness with a fake smile and laughing at every joke I didn’t find funny. It was breaking down after a harsh week but knowing I had to pull myself together before my family came home. It was only making it to the next week without anyone noticing how fucked up I was. It was losing all hope of getting better but still pushing thorough the day. It was being dead but no one noticed.”
— myotherpage001 (via myotherpage001)








