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You know what fucking sucks…

The worry that I’m gonna become a number. It’s terrifying that I might one day become a number, be the difference in a decimal point. To my loved one’s they might never understand, the youngest son and brother, the boy that could never bare to see his loved one’s be mortal and die before him. Killing myself before them all.

You cannot control it! You can’t fucking control it! If you don’t know about depression fucking learn it! Please.

I’m engaged, I love this person more than words could ever express, I want to spend the rest of my life with them. But I get scared, scared that one day I’ll leave them, to become another number on the ever growing list. Once I’ve been gone and forgotten I’d still be that number that people half ass put out. Oh! This many people die from depression. Do you now how much that stings to possibly just become a fucking number. Not to be remembered as a man that loved video games and tigers, who always tried his best to make people happy and feel loved. If I ever left that realm too early because of depression, that’s how I’m remembered in the end. A number. It scares me to think that’s what I might become. 

In the end I’m a spiral away from becoming a number. A number you are taught about. A number you do not give second thought to. 

Remember that. Behind the numbers, we are people that constantly struggle, and even having precious loved ones is not enough. How I wish it was.

mr-subjectzero:

Can we please please get an it’s get better campaign for depression.

Sometimes I really need it.

Can we please please get an it’s get better campaign for depression.

Sometimes I really need it.

With all the talk of depression lately, it’s nice to see people trying to reach out to help others that suffer from it. But in all honesty posting a help line number on tumblr or Twitter is pretty fucking useless in my eyes.

This is a self indulgent post, and I post it because I know pretty much fuck all people are gonna read it. Giving me a number for a depression help line does nothing for me. It’s a nice gesture. But that’s all, it won’t help. It reminds me how trapped I am, and reminds me how shitty I feel because I can’t escape it. It traps me, I will think I’m doing ok, it creeps up behind me then it winds me. I don’t realise that I’m in the water drowning until it’s too late. I’m completely submerged. I look back and can’t believe I didn’t notice. Then I’m too depressed to do anything about it. I can’t get help in that state. After I’ve come out the other side I feel good again, I got past feeling awful. I kid myself into thinking that I’m ok again. Yet it always comes back and I never noticed until I’ve already sunk beneath the waves.

The sharing of the number is nice, however it just reminds me how helpless I feel, how I weak I feel, how trapped I feel, how utterly fucked I might be, and how that could be me one day.

pianobandit:

i finished the game.
AHHHHHH!!!! QAQ
the series of pictures of Red and the man in the blade at the end just…urgghhhh Q.Q they are so cute together ahhhhh!!!!!

pianobandit:

i finished the game.

AHHHHHH!!!! QAQ

the series of pictures of Red and the man in the blade at the end just…urgghhhh Q.Q they are so cute together ahhhhh!!!!!

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homosexualpancakes:

give us the child

wipe away the debt

isamiaella:

homosexualpancakes:

give us the child

wipe away the debt

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