They came back. They wont leave me alone. I want them gone but they wouldn't just leave me. They make me wanna say goodbye. They make me wanna punch everyone. I hate them. I want them gone. But without them, Im empty.
I found these gifs I made a while back for a site that’s not running anymore, so I thought I’d post them here. It’s a description of psychiatric symptoms and states of mind using a pink box and some other stuff.
I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.