Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
#What the fuck, John? #Why would you mention the unsolved ones, John? #Why do you type so odd, John? #Why do you always minimize the page when I walk by, John? #Are you looking at porn, John? #Why do you need porn, John? #I’m right here, John. #Is that Mycroft, John? #Are you looking at naked pictures of my brother #Do you fancy Mycroft over me? #Is that Lestrade?! #Are you looking at porn of my brother and Lestrade?!? #AM I NOT PRETTY ENOUGH FOR YOU, JOHN?!?!?!?
People with depression just want attention.
That's not true. Actually, most hide the fact that they have it because they don't like it. It makes them feel different and weird. Like something is wrong with them.
Well obviously something is wrong with them if they're slicing their wrists and wanting attention for it.
They want attention? That's why they will go to extreme lengths to hide it, just to get attention? You are not them. You don't know what thoughts they battle in their minds. It can be a very scary place for them. And obviously, something must be wrong with you for judging what you do not understand.
this was like two years ago
but anyways so in this one part of my house there’s these three steps but omg they’re deadly
one time i was eating cereal and i slipped and fell and passed out and my cereal got everywhere. My sister said the last thing I yelled before I passed out was