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“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”

finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever

Amen.

“YEAH PEOPLE HAVE IT WORSE AND IF I WAS CAPABLE OF EMPATHY AT THIS SHIT BOX TIME I’D BE GRATEFUL IT ISN’T WORSE, BECAUSE I CAN BARELY COPE WITH THIS BALL BUSTER. SAVE YOUR NARROW MINDED SERMON FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS LEFT THE HOUSE IN THE LAST 5 DAYS. BECAUSE I HAVEN’T. THE DEPRESSION YOU DEEM ‘UNNECESSARY’ GIVEN THE WONDERBA FUCK A DOODLE DO LIFE I HAVE LEAVES ME TERRIFIED TO LEAVE MY PARENTS HOUSE. GO EAT SHIT YOU FUCKING CUM EATING SWAMP DONKEY GOB SHITE”. Telling me I don’t have the right to be depressed because people have it worse than me is the same as saying ‘don’t bother trying to get yourself out of this pit, its futile, people will always have it better than you’. Bang chitty chitty bang bang fuck.

(Source: thepensivebrony, via blameitonyourbadluck)

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Houston, we have a problem.

Pony don’t wanna be no findus crispy pancake
When my nana died I took flowers from her wreath and put them inside this book.I did it because to me the flowers seemed a sick gesture, beauty cut up and left to rot in our kitchen untill mum could bare to throw them away. I understand that they are meant to be a diorama.Her life wasn’t a flower, she was more beautiful than any posey. She loved gardening and I couldn’t help but feel that shed be sad to see all those flowers left to rot. Tradition dictates that you have flowers at funerals and weddings.Just seems a bit odd to me. A couple days ago I finished the book I was reading and grabbed this one of the shelf.I’d forgotten what I’d done that day, saving those flowers, and whilst I was reading one of the flowers fell out.I opened the book up to the centre fold and it all came back.Funny how metamorphosis was the centre page.  
Occam’s Razor
I remember 
When we could sleep on stones 
Now we lie together 
In whispers and moans 
When I was all messed up 
And I had opera in my head 
Your love was a light bulb 
Hanging over my bed 
lessons learnt 1.
“It’s a man’s world”
I stole this hat