xXoblivionXx
June 14th, 2015, 05:12 PM
5 years ago if you asked me how I was doing I would tell you that I was nervous about growing up, that I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. 4 years ago if you asked me I would tell you that I was fine, I thought that if I pretended that I was fine I would eventually be okay. 3 years ago if you asked me I would cover my scars and tell you that I'm trying to be better. 2 years ago I showed you that I wasn't okay. 1 year ago if you asked me I would tell you that it's actually starting to look better, a little brighter. If you asked me, right now how I am doing. I would tell you that I'm far from okay. That I'm broken and that there's nothing left on this earth that makes me happy. There's no cure, there's no switch that turns this depression off.