This isn’t intended to make anyone sad or worried, it’s actually intended to get people talking. Depression is such a common mental illness and I feel as though, by sharing and airing my ongoing experience, it will hopefully allow others to feel as though they can more openly discuss it and help remove the stigma; even if only in the tiniest way. (ph from Tumblr)
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Social media kicks ass. Social media sucks ass. IDK how to feel about it, and IDK how comfortable I am with the fact that I type IDK instead of ‘I don’t know’. I JUST DON’T KNOW, GUYS.
Cara D and Suki rolling from exclusive pardy to exclusive pardy, street style superstars getting papped by street style photog superstars, celeb-packed FROWs, nothing but rainbow hair as far as the eye can see and Olivia P’s general effortless existence: Fashion Week as lived vicariously through Daily Mail, Vogue, Elle and Twitter looks positively majestic, but let me assure you that this view is one seen through rose-tinted glasses. Probs Miu Miu.
The job hunt struggle is real. All too real. You spend some time in employment and you almost forget about the soul-destroying, all-consuming noxious grey cloud that lingered over you for months beforehand, penetrating your very being and slowly crushing all the aspirations you’d ever had. Okay, okay – crushing the one aspiration I’d ever had.
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara…”