fuck depression. there’s nothing more insidious than a disorder that tricks lovely people into believing they are worthless.
And if you’re going to walk out of my life and leave, I ask one thing of you. Once you’re gone and you see that I’m doing fine, don’t you dare come back.
I hope you find someone you can’t live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.
— The Selection (Kiera Cass)
It is over. But in some ways it isn’t.