true story



its easy to love someone,
but hard to let someone love you back.
that's the challenge of love.
fighting without knowing how to win.

true that


true


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depression tells me i suck, so i reply i aint care cause i fell down i care cause i got up



I aint dead, I aint done, I ain't scared, I aint
run, no matter what, no matter what, still I stand
i aint dead, i aint done, i ain't scared, i aint
run, no matter what, no matter what, still i stand.

never say


.

sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. but you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength,
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up.
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.


sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. but you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength, and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up. and not be a quitter,
no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

if i can't feel, if i can't move, if i can't think, and i can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

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.

everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

i don't want to see anyone. i lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. whatever is happening to me is my own fault. i have done something wrong, something so huge ican't even see it, something that's drowning me. i am inadequate and stupid, without worth. i might as well be dead.

i don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. i just want out. i’ve had it. i am so tired. i am twenty and i am already exhausted.

there is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, "there now, hang on, you'll get over it." sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. depression is like cancer.

sometimes it feels like we're all living in a prozac nation. the united states of depression.

that's the thing about depression: a human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. but depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.

to worry about tomorrow is to be unhappy today.



i'm so damn tired of this thing we call "life"... there's never a right time to say goodbye.

hate me now then hate me when i’m winning, work so hard to not go insane, it’s a full time job to not lose my faith.



They say “an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight”
And “two wrongs don't make a right.”
But when you been wronged,
And you know all along that it's just one life, '
At what point does one fight?
they say “an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight”
and “two wrongs don't make a right.”
but when you been wronged,
and you know all along that it's just one life,
at what point does one fight?

swallow my words, taste my thoughts, and if they to nasty spit it back at me.



i'm the one who has to die when its time for me to die.
so let me live my life the way i want to.”

dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing i learned. they're only powerful when you got your back turned.

unlike her, i was there for you through the tough times, when you actually needed someone. maybe it doesn't mean anything to you anymore. maybe it never did. but it meant a lot to me, you meant a lot to me, and you still do.

i do what i do and you do what you can do about it



i know your type, you clever with tough talk, you scared to brawl, never stepping but your mouth is running marathons.

no matter how much it hurt me, another lesson learned, some fights aint fight worthy.

"I come from nothing, Didn’t have nothing and couldn’t see nothing up ahead. Everything was just nothing. So I told myself a long time ago that I am going to adopt the name of nothing and make something with it. I took that name to keep me grounded and to remind me of where I came from and to respect my blessings right now so I don’t go back that way."
"i come from nothing, didn’t have nothing and couldn’t see nothing up ahead. everything was just nothing. so i told myself a long time ago that i am going to adopt the name of nothing and make something with it. i took that name to keep me grounded and to remind me of where i came from and to respect my blessings right now so i don’t go back that way."

a boy asked a wise old man..



a boy asked a wise old man: "what is true love?" the old man said: "go fetch the most beautiful flower in the garden" then the boy goes to the garden, and returned after a while with empty hands." did you find it?" the boy then says: "i found a beautiful flower, but continued to look, hoping to find another even more beautiful one. i realized later  that i had found it in the beginning, and went back after it, but it wasnt there".

have you ever lived my life, have you ever spent one minute in my shoes? if you haven't, then tell me why you judge me like you do.



i cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be "happy." i think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. it is, above all, to matter and to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.

life is full of fake people.

false friends are like our shadow,
keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine,
but leaving us when we cross into the shade.


false friends are like our shadow,
keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine,
but leaving us when we cross into the shade.

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