Quote sayings and other random stuff 2

Part 120

1106. You can tell a lot about a woman by her hands. For instance, if they're around your throat she's probably slightly upset

1107. How do I uninstall your existance?

1108. Shuffle your music. The first song that plays is your theme song for 2015

(A/N mine is 'Final episode' by Asking Alexandria)

1109. Dear Heart,

Please stop getting involved in everything. Your job is to pump blood. That's it.

1110. "Good morning"

"How was your day?"

"Be careful"

"Sweet dreams"

"How are you?"

"Hope you're feeling better"

"Have a good day"

"I miss you"

"Good night"

"You're beautiful"

"Watch your step"

"It will be okay"

You don't have to hear "I love you" to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from their heart more often than you think

1111. You don't have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you

1112. Depression is not Lana Del Ray music, with smeared black eyeliner and tears running down your face. It is not a blood stained tub, or the blade sitting across from you. It is not being rocked back and forth by a boy as he kisses your head and whispers "I love you", repeatedly in your ear. Depression is not the dread you feel when the person you love most doesn't text you back. Depression is disgusting. It is low and filthy and dirty and it eats you away, but by bit. Depression is the stale smell of your room and your clothes, because you have no energy to clean anything. It is sitting in the bath for hours as you feel that dirty type of clean, letting the hot water run down your body in no aims to stand up and turn it off. It is the hunch in your back and the defeated slouch in your shoulders, the kind your parents always try to fix, exclaiming "sit up straight", but what good does that ever do. Depression is hours spent lying in your bed, trying desperately to fall asleep but never being able to. It is your eyes being so heavy-lidded and the circles under your eyes that never fade, even after a good nights sleep. Depression is the sinking feeling you get when you enter school and your mind is already set- why would you care about your grades when you don't even care about your life? It is the darkest kind of dark, the kind that intoxicates your brain and turns your best friends to enimes, your family to people you simply push away so they don't have to hurt just because you do. It is the raw feeling of emptieness, the kind that gnaws at your very insides and leaves nothing but a walking skeleton, incapitated and incapable of feeling anything but sorrow and saddness for no one but yourself. Depression is the deepest hole you could ever think of, the only one you could ever think of because you dug it yourself. It is not only being unable, but unwilling to pull yourself up, having the darkness swallow you whole. Depression is not rain. It is being unable to see the sun, even after the rain has passed

1113. Last night I got asked out by not one, not two, but zero people

1114. Half you boys better pray your daughter never runs into a guy like you