with every breath I take I feel like I inch one step closer to fading away into the background. I’m not good at anything, I’ve never done anything spectacular or extraordinary. I don’t have any passions or most importantly any motivation. I want to be a great friend, someone every one can go to when they’re in trouble but still isn’t too serious. I want to be the perfect girl, with a perfect body. I want to be the girl that you want to take home to your parents and want to marry. I want to be successful. I want to have a job that I love waking up for and I want my job to make a difference in someone’s life without making them bankrupt simply because they’re not healthy. I want to make my dad proud. I want my brother to look up to me like I was actually a good sister. I want a car that lasts more than two years and doesn’t leak oil. I want to go to college and care about my grades and try in class. I want Hogwarts to be real. I want to believe that when I die I’m not just going to rot in the ground. I want to be confident and able to pay for my own bills. I want to have my own house. But above all just once in my pathetic life I want to accept that I can be happy without any of these things, I want to be able to control my depression without medications or self medicating. I want to look back on my life when I’m old and say I accomplished something.

Last day of school:

• Everyone else: I'm gonna miss everyone so much!
• Me: Fuck you all, I'm out.
• Me: *Crip walks out*