Ella me daba la mano y no hacía falta más. Me alcanzaba para sentir que era bien acogido. Más que besarla,más que acostarnos juntos,más que ninguna otra cosa,ella me daba la mano y eso era amor.
no one ever talks about how angry depression can make you but its so real. it makes me even more depressed because i feel so guilty and ashamed of all the aggressive angry thoughts floating around in my head. like sometimes i just get so MAD. sometimes everything is just too MUCH, too much noise, too many people, too many obligations. i get one text or have one interaction that just sends me over the edge and i’m so ANGRY. but its all only inward, of course, no one even knows i have these terrible thoughts. it almost feels like sometimes i completely split on people and maybe i do but i never never never act on it because i’m too scared of being alone and eventually the anger goes….somewhere? i just lock it back up because anger is truly way too uncomfortable for me.
