"I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again."

Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half  (via kiddings)

(Source: acidwash-and-lemonade, via laur---laur)

I was looking back at old pictures today and it made me think. I wasted SO much time on stupid boys that didn’t give a shit about me. I went back again and again expecting to be treated differently each time. I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost a year and I’ve never been more thankful for him. He is my soul mate, and if I ever lost him and had to go through all the bullshit that single people do, I don’t know what I would do. When I think about those days it makes me so happy that I’ve found him. I can’t go one day without being grateful for him, because he could be gone in a second.