it’d be nice to get a “hey i’d fuck you” every once in a while
Nothing hurts me more than the fact that when my sister was severely depressed for a year when she was about 16, my parents acted quick about it and made sure she was ok. They still worry once in a while about her now that she’s 23. But do they know I’ve been stuck in a depression since I was 14 and I’m now 19 almost 20? No. Do they know I used to cut? No. I still do once in a while but they don’t know and it fucking hurts.