Congratulations! You're not perfect! It's ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody's ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong - which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you're not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they're really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. Who needs 'em? You can drink like twatfaces and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they're a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week…
The names Jazz…Im 19 years young…I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I… I am a complete idiot at the best of times! and i tend to always laugh at the wrong times. I've had many near death experiences and I like making people happy. I dont like people who lie, lying is for the weak even though I lie a lot myself about certain things, so maybe I’m just weak too? ... i Self harm, ive had an Eating Disorder for 7 years...inpatient and out patient...attempted suicide 6 times...I care and worry about everyone to such a great extent, even if I don't show it...I hate being told what to do and being treated like a child; even though I act like one at times :/… I find it terribly hard to trust people and get close to them, because I've been hurt several times...and One thing I tend to do, is hide my emotions from everyone... im scared of the feeling of alone, of losing people, Losing control, imperfection, life, gainin weight, and me…...I'm very simple have regular hourly blonde moments but i aint blonde hence the name malteser but being red and having blonde moment is what I like to call multitasking…Im very complicated to understand. My friends mean a lot to me. I love having fun, I love Newcastle, and Gaga. I believe in second chances and I am number one for letting everything get to me. I'm most likely the most forgiving person you will ever meet. But deep down inside of me, I don't forget what people say or do to me. Im happy though (most of the time) :)
It's rare to find me satisfied. I'm always picking at the imperfections and flaws of my life, and although there are many, and many more to come, I want to eliminate them. I want to have a perfect life. But then again, who doesn't? Will I, or anyone, ever be completely satisfied? i pretend alot but then pretending everything’s different is easier than facing up to my real life. The number 3 revolves alot in my life through experiences ive been through... if i was to give any advice to people its to NEVER GIVE UP...even though i may be a hypocrite there :/... Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong, If anything, it makes you weaker because you’re doing it out of fear...Hang on when your hearts had enough, and give more when you want to give up...TRUTH IS I WANT TO GIVE UP EVERY SINGLE DAY BUT IM TOO WEAK TO DO SO, I CARE ABOUT OTHERS TO MUCH...I WANT TO DIE, I HATE MYSELF TO MUCH, BUT NOONE EVER KNOWS THAT
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and when I dont find them I realize im a fucking freak.
Source: suicide-soundslikean-option
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
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EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.
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Source: sherunsfromdarkness
