sodamnrelatable:

Me: Wow, dude. Get a life. 

Creeper: I also have nutella and bacon. 

Me: WAIT DON’T LEAVE ME.

 

(Source: most-awkward-moments)

My sweet and loving boyfriend. 

My sweet and loving, but completely misunderstanding boyfriend.

I’m not gonna lie, one of the most frustrating thing I could possibly endure with you is the fact that you won’t just accept the things I tell you. I try to explain this depression, these things you’ll never know, and I am either given grief or guilt. You either battle with me and say that I am wrong and things will be better and all that ABSOLUTE bullshit. Or. You go all sad and depressed and all that stuff you do when something doesnt go your way. You throw a pity party. For you. About my depression.

I try to understand. I try to give you chances. You don’t know. And unless I tell you, in ways I dont know how, you will never understand. 

But when I try to talk. And when I explain that you’ll never understand and explain that believing things to get better is bullshit, you argue. Or you retreat. 

Thats why I havent brought it up though. I am truly trying to be patient. But patience doesnt get me anywhere. Patience leads to this. This same old constant shit. It ALWAYS comes back. Because patience doesnt lead to fixing things. But then again, nothing leads to fixing things.

Nothing EVER leads to fixing things. 

I think I need antidepressants.