The only men that have ever said they’d want to marry me are my cousins and that’s just so that they can legally come to America.
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I'm twenty five.
Peruvian/Kurdish.
Currently in Florida.
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Being sick for the past few weeks has made me see why I am so sad all of the time. Being well aware of the things you do to harm yourself or make yourself unhappy (indirectly) and not having the willpower or strength to fix it is something I will not put upon myself any longer. The second I feel better things will be different. This isn’t a “new years resolution” type deal where I will forget about it the next day. No. I will not go another moment feeling like this. I refuse. I know how to be happy and it’s time I chase it instead of run away. I know why I’m depressed and I know that I can fix myself. I don’t need anyone or anything. I’ve become a miserable soul, full of disgust towards myself and most people around me and I’m done.
I’m done moping and dragging my body slowly through each day. It’s been years since I felt like myself and I’m going to find myself again. Because I am a fucking beautiful person and I refuse to hide it any longer.
My father is moving back to Kurdistan in 4 days. SO MANY FUCKING FEELINGS.
“I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You can not protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
oh
just taking some bong rips, playing some nba 2k11 before meeting with my professor in 3 hours.
edit: she cancelled. perhaps she had one too many as well? hmm..
I found the most perfect volunteer opportunity.
It’s in Girona, Spain
to be a Primate keeper volunteer for chimpazees and barbary macaques!!!!!
I WANT THIS TO HAPPEN SO BAD!
