Truth is we are all sad. And lonely. And depressed. We are tired. And sick. And sickness has no age what so ever. We are a depressed generation, the so called prozac nation, in search of relief for all the pain we are feeling. Unexplainable pain.
And why? Why does it hurt, we ask.
Because we keep on hitting…
The sadness will last forever.
wait a minute this isn’t my homework
this is tumblr
how did this happen
You say I’m full of shit? Screw you, this whole thing is your fault.
You’re nothing but a fucking victim. Weak. Ignorant and imature. You know what? This is all your fault. And you’re full of shit.