For the past two years, until this summer I was going through some pretty bad depression, and last winter I was in my darkest times. Then towards the end of spring I had some sort of weird enlightenment that I didn’t need anything, or anyone to be happy. And I’ve been content ever since. I used to get sad and super bored when I didn’t have anyone to be around, and now I look foreword to time alone. I can’t get enough of it.
Nobody understands, not because they don’t care, it’s not that they aren’t listening. It’s because I don’t tell you. Don’t act like I don’t have any problems in my life.You have no idea the dark times I’ve been through. Just because I don’t post my feelings on Facebook, or call anyone and cry to them about my shitty life doesn’t mean everything is okay. But whatever. No one would be able to help me through my problems but myself. I don’t need my family. I don’t need my friends. I don’t need you. I don’t want you.