I feel like I’m so bad at making friends and more and more often I just feel like I should stop trying.

I have made 0 friends at my school in this entire year not for lack of being friendly talkative and it’s starting to feel so goddamn forced.

And I honestly can’t tell with fringe friends if they’re just distant or if they have some kind of polite loathing going on.

“The thing about elves is they got no…no…begins with M.” Granny snapped her fingers.

“Manners?”

“Hah! Right, but no.”

“Muscle? Mucus? Mystery?”

“No, no, no. Means like bein’ able to see the world from another person’s point of view.”

Verence tried to see the world from a Granny Weatherwax perspective and suspicion dawned.

“Empathy?”

“Right!”

Verence II of Lancre, Granny Weatherwax, Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies (1992)

(Source: fuckyeahterrypratchett)

I’m a little surprised.

No one on my dash has talked about deleting their blog.

Every update there’s at least one person and there were about 10 when that big update happened.

thefrecklebum:

coooode:

And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.

It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared. 
(x)

You know when you read something that’s so accurate that you don’t know how to words?
Yeah.

How I feel almost every night. D:

My bank card was denied yesterday and today in the mail I just got the new cheques I ordered.

Which showed up in my old name.

Soooo looks like I’m having a talk with the bank again pretty damn soon.

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