I don’t really know what to say. It’s been a month. I feel much better. I don’t think I have depression anymore. It just doesn’t fit me. Before, I let myself get sad. I let myself be down in the dumps. But now I’m not letting myself. Ya know how tumblr blogs have in their description sometimes:…
hey, i achieved this :)
Every time my friend Matt calls me and I don’t pick up (which is quite often) he sings Call Me Maybe in his voicemail
They say I’m thinner than the last time I came here. They say I eat natural. They say they like how I dress, how I eat, how I go about. They say I have pretty legs. They say I’m kind. But I don’t believe them. I don’t believe anyone. Because I can’t.