This isn’t the end, my beautiful friend


You don’t need a storm shelter,
only a warm towel to dry your hair with.

I know that sometimes you aren’t sure why you feel depressed. You try and hide it because you can’t find its source. You fear judgment from others. The ones you know and those you cherish. Even people with clearer and more obvious reasons to feel dejected about their own lives. They won’t understand what you are going through because you don’t either.

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