Anonymous asked: Hi

I thought for a second you had completely changed your comment section. I realise that last message was a bit of a mess. I was too boxed-in by the character limit. I'll say what I would've said if that comment section had a larger character limit.

I visit your tumblr, and several others, on (roughly) a weekly basis. It's soothing to float through 10 or so pages. You post some interesting stuff. Perhaps the biggest thing that attracted me to your tumblr originally was the brutal honesty of it. You laid your soul out on the table for feasting eyes. Over the past 3 or so months, even though I've never spoke/met or even know you, I was glad to see the number of drastically serious posts had dwindled significantly. To me, this coincided with you working and I presumed maybe you had changed. Then, tonight I read that message and my heart sunk. I've been wondering what to write for over an hour. I understand that nothing I can write will sooth your worries. It's just nice to know what your words won't echo enternally in silence.

If you feel the need to talk, don't be shy. I, myself, am also suffering from an unbearable case of unrequited love. Words are all I have to get me through.

What I was trying to say in my previous message was I'd prefer it if my email address wasn't made public. I'm sure there are a lot of people that visit your tumblr everyday and one of those could end up pestering me.

F

I don’t know when this was sent. I cannot recall if I had responded. I am inclined to believe that had I seen it I would have. It’s been a long time I suspect. I’m not sure why I stopped posting. I never find comfort in things for very long i’m afraid. When I happened upon this message I found it so thoughtful and kind. Our worth these days seems merely a question of time. How much we have, have used, will spend or what is left. Time has indeed passed but it still comforts me to know someone spent their time acknowledging the pain of a stranger. 

I do hope you receive this oh anonymous. I hope you found Love. More than that, I hope you have Happiness in your life. 

S

Depression is a cosmic joke.
That weighted feeling upon your shoulders pressing down on you reminding you how tired you are how difficult it all is lifts for a moment still hovering but offering a small moment of what if. What if I’m doing a bit better? In truth everything is still shit but that little weight release allows a small lightness of spirit to creep in and offers that elusive and playful what if.
Just when you’re all caught up and aware something might have changed in your psyche Ooomph! The clawing heavy hands are back on those shoulders pushing you down as if to make your legs buckle and your knees to give out so you’re crawling on the ground promising to never entertain the deluded thought of relief. Mind screaming reminders of your stupidity, uselessness, how utterly pathetic you are to have thought there was a moment of peace. You’ve gone and fucked up again and in doing so lost the one thing that let you feel ok.