The whole fucking point of tumblr is to write that shit. To get it out and have people listen and not tell you to be quiet and keep it to yourself. Taken.
The older you get the worse thoughts of suicide become. Even if you’ve got it handled and you’ve been skidding through life on autopilot so you don’t have to think about how bad you want to die. Sooner or later the fuel will run out and you’ll remember how great the idea was if you could just sleep forever.
We take life too seriously. Not every situation is important, not every date unkept will throw off a calender, Not every life lost will bring the end, Not every dark time will take out the sun. So relax, brighten up, let it go. The less importance you put on the bad things the more you have left to put on the good.
