One more thing.
Palm Sunday is trending. Catholics represent!
And then they say Catholicism is a mass deception of lies and I’m like,
cause they were like
So I’m like
And then they’re like this is who you are because of what you believe/do:
And I’m just
And finally both of us are like,
|Person:||So... why are you Catholic?|
|Me:||[turns lights off]|
|Me:||[sets up projector]|
|Me:||Allow me to tell you a thing|
In the top left corner you have depression, isolating you from humanity, telling you you’re worthless and making you feel vulnerable.
Next to her is anorexia. Skinny and evil, she is made of bones and tells you not to eat.
At the fridge is bulimia/binge eating disorder. Binging and possibly purging, she makes you feel gross from all you ate.
In the bottom left is anxiety/suicidal tendencies. Alone, scared and helpless she turns to drugs to end your pain…either for a little while or forever.
At the right of the table you have self harm. Constantly whispering, providing “relief” and telling you it’ll all be okay. If you cut deeper. Evilly enticing you until the pain stops.
In the middle, is yourself. The only one with human eyes. Surrounded by your demons.
You don’t realize it until it’s been pointed out for you
When a depressed person shrinks away from your touch it does not mean he is rejecting you. Rather he is protecting you from the foul, destructive evil which he believes is the essence of his being and which he believes can injure you.
― Dorothy Rowe (via lunar-resonance)
What is the saddest thing, is that she sees how much thought and love I invest into one almost insignificant girl.
What is sadder still, she knows she had the chance for it to be all about her. Even more so, she knows he will never give her even a fraction of thought I put in.
And the worst part, she knows this and is settling for it.
-The lost story of a tormented lover- chapter 19 intro.