Mom: *calls my name*
Me: *closes computer, gets up, opens door, walks downstairs, jumps through hoop of fire, fights muhammad ali in his prime, wrestles a bear, out runs usain bolt, climbs mount everest*
Mom: Hand me that thing literally 5 feet from where I'm sitting.
every conversation about depression with everyone...
me: I'm depressed.
me: I don't know.
friend: shut up your life is amazing you have so many things to be grateful for why are you such a whiny little bitch
You're mine, no one is allowed to have you.