(via yerawizardharry)
I’m not sad anymore. Every day I still battle the disease I was diagnosed with all the years ago in my early youth. I’ve learned that depression is chronic, yet treatable. But I’m handling it. I’m living. And I don’t need to rely on anyone else to feel alive. I do it all by myself, every day. I no longer behave as if I am waiting for something, waiting for the day were it all make sense. I am here right now, this is my life at this very instant and its beautiful and my life to live. And its all my fault :)
Wish I had my license back already though. (Phx can suck a dick, I’m moving.)
So much lately.
(via thechocolatebrigade)
"When I became convinced that the universe is natural, that all the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell. The dungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts and bars and manacles became dust."
(via papertissue)