“you’re here to learn” I’m here because it’s the fucking law
You cannot save people.
You can only love them while they are deciding if they want to save themselves.
when you have to sneeze but it wont come out so you just sit there like
Pro Tip: Don’t tell depressed people how good they have it in comparison to others. They already know and already feel guilty about it. You’re making the problem worse.
I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache because you’re awful.