When I was at the lowest spot in my depression I locked myself in my bedroom for three days and lied to everyone I knew. I called in sick to work. I told my mom I was seeing a doctor. I told my friends I was busy. I had successfully fooled everyone who loved me that I was making healthy changes and getting better. I wasn’t, but it was so much easier to hide and pretend that I was than to actually go outside and do something.
THIS TOOK A FAR DIFFERENT TURN THEN I EXPECTED
Hello there, August.
Behind my abs are….. BETTER ABS.
because it’s too amusing to not reblog
So yeah I can see how many fingers you’re holding up
THIS IS VERY ACCURATE
THIS IS VERY BEAUTIFUL
Is this accurate? Is this what it’s actually like to not be able to see clearly?
Hah, mine’s even worse than that.
me when i argue with my niggas
I miss when you used to send stupid pictures of yourself
- me @ me : chill