I can’t love the way I want to when I’m depressed. Please depression, do not come back any time soon.
some things are so beautiful,perfect,that it hardly seems real.
I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they approach me first. I can’t become a part of a crowd because I can’t get past that feeling that I don’t belong.- Stephanie Kuehnert (via putaindeballerine)