Moving from a depressive phase to a psychotic phase is like thinking you’re being dragged into a manhole full of starving yet surprisingly agile alligators and instead it’s filled with cotton candy that has teeth but no ability to bite.
sometimes I am wading deeper into the water and sometimes I am drowning. everything is too much and I wish I could just learn how to float
Cigarettes do kill,
Life goes on,
with or without you.