2015 and I’m still stuck in the 1975
At 17, I was a depressed teenager who self harmed and wondered about just how painful it could possibly be to end my life.
Right now, I’m laying on the couch, and I can hear my husband reading our four year old a bedtime story using silly voices.
Life gets better. Make sure you’re there to see it.
I just started crying.
this is very important
I really needed to see this tonight…
