Never ever ever ever ever ever tell a person in recovery that what they’re going through isn’t a big deal or that because you see a good day, they’re 100% fine. Just don’t.
And if you’re in recovery, never ever ever ever listen to someone who tells you your problems aren’t real. You’re worth more than that and you’re fighting a battle harder than anyone can imagine. Keep going.
I think suicide would be the best way to die, you’re dying on your own terms, not somebody else’s. You get to say goodbye to your loved ones, even if it’s just in a letter or video. You win a game you were supposed to lose.
NO FUCK THIS KIND OF THINKING.
Fuck tumblr for always glorifying suicide.
Let’s break this fucking post down. You’d better hit that readmore button, I stg.
sometimes i forget that dogs are animals descended from scary ass wild beasts that hunt and kill and shit like
my pug just farted so loud she scared herself and had to be cuddled until she stopped crying like how did this happen
My name, oh, let me tell you my name. Uh, I’m confused… because uh you know like we’re supposed to believe in the ministry right? So is uh is is the church and state supposed to be separate? I’m confused because I never went to school, right? Is a confused person get a resolution? I don’t understand. You see, when you go like that, right you have a cross. Two sticks, right? And that’s how I felt when I was in Waterloo. Because when I walked, in Waterloo, and smiled at people, they treated me like a vampire. They use the cross and they went like this by not smiling at me. In Toronto, hey! Hi guys! You know me! Steve Spearos…? Easy going…? Those who know me, I’m a nobody! You understand? And ya can’t kill a person with no body. So… why am I afraid? I’m not afraid. I’m afraid of the boogyman whose the boogyman??? You figure it out. I’m gettin out of here. I’m going back to Waterloo where the vampires hang out, and I’m gonna wear my sunglasses at night. You know why? Because women show their tits, have short skirts, and then they feel violated when I look at them! Why? Because I have sunglasses on and I’m weird. Uh… I’m from Humberside… I’m sorry if uh I made a fool of Humberside but all those people who called me a sleepwalker, I woke up. Now I’m going back to sleep because I’m gonna be committed in an isolation room because I’m gonna go back to the ministry, and allow them to perceive me as I am. A FUCK UP!!! GOODBYE!!! Hey Toronto the good, look at look at this square. It was a shit hole when I worked here. Now it looks like New York Manhattan. Where are the bums? There’s no bums here! Toronto doesn’t have bums. But Waterloo, they’re creating bums. They created me. Why? I don’t know! Maybe it’s the church. Talk the the pope he knows everything. I had it. I’m gonna die. How can you die when you’re dead? Oh wait a second. I’m gonna be crucified right? *rips open shirt* I’m not gonna raise my voice… because I’m committed to the lord………I love you.