I don't know anymore.
I don't understand myself.
I'm sad, I feel empty.
I'm failing in my academics.
It is so hard to motivate myself to do things.
I can't talk to my close friends and family.
I feel helpless and useless.


Thank you so much, sometimes I'm afraid no words will console me but your words help me in a way, I'll treasure it forever

Thank you so much. I felt your genuine concern, it makes me feel lighter knowing that there's a random person who thinks that I deserve the best 

there is not only a random person dear u also have to think that yes u r best and prove to everybody that u r best and u deserve every happiness of thw world sometimes forget ur all sadness and just ignore it,try to how to be happy bcz every prblm has a solution and not a solution there are solutions.❤️

In times like these is when you find your own inner strength, It may seem or feel hard but hang on.

Depression

What's your strongest desire you want to be fulfilled ? 

Affirmations

I’m feeling so alone and confused 

Lonely

Today one year ago I made a delivery to Meredith although she was not there, so I had to leave it with someone else. But they were able to give it to her. ￼

Love

Kya America ne hiroshima aur nagasaki pe atom bomb gira ke sahi kiya tha?

3am Thoughts

How to stop overthinking 

Stress

When people get hurt, they learn to hate… When people hurt others, they become hated and racked with guilt. But knowing that pain allows people to be kind. Pain allows people to grow… and how you grow is up to you.

First love ki sabse pyari yaadein kon konsi hai?

I am bisexual and I was able to come out to my mom and some close friends. My mom didn't react when I told her and she hasn't brought it up since (she's not homophobic just uncomfortable talking about my sexuality) and my friends took it really well. The problem is, where I live the homophobia is very bad, and I know if I come out I'm gonna become the outcast on the team I love. I'm a football player, and my teammates are my brothers, but if most of them knew who I truly was they wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. I guess I care a little too much what other people think, but the way our world works, we base our lives off of other people's opinions, or at least some of us do. I really want to have the confidence to paint my nails or wear something feminine or go into school with a pride flag strapped around my back like superman. But there's this part of me that knows if i share who I am there's no going back, so I stay sheltered in my masculine façade, waiting for my breaking point, when I cant hold in who I am any longer, and I can finally find happiness not caring what others think.

Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts