where is my cute significant other who sits down next to me and rubs circles on my back, telling me I’m going to be all right when I don’t have faith in myself
please don’t make people with depression feel guilty for their lack of interest in things or their inability to motivate themselves please and thank you goodbye
on that note, please don’t make people with anxiety feel guilty about their inability to do tasks you deem simple and literally call them children and tell them to grow up because of it
You know, your best pal, your bud, who follows you everywhere, who sits on your shoulder (or maybe you sit on theirs). We’re talking Ash and Pikachu levels of companionship.
Dead people who used the Internet have pieces of their conscious literally uploaded forever. Archives of things they said, thoughts, old logins are there forever.
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