so I'm Krissi.
I live in a little victorian house.
I like girls.
I like to take pictures of stuff I find an odd beauty in.
I don't know much about myself, but I'm learning.
I've come to realise I'm a little narcissistic.
I have a major thing for derelict houses and abandoned commercial areas. VF
Depression makes you selfish.
It makes you pin your hopes on other people.
And when those people let you down.. it feels like they’re pulling pieces off your heart and throwing them away.
And you don’t know how anyone feels.. If they won’t tell you. You don’t know how to solve their problems if they don’t tell you what they are, or that there are problems there.
All you know is the darkness you feel inside. How every time you close your eyes you wish it to be the last time.
All you know, is that the words of your friends are all you have keeping you on the mortal plane.
And the last thing you need, is one of those friends, telling you what you already know about yourself; Something you’ve told them before; and using it against you.
Because thinking badly of yourself is something you’re used to, but to have others; others who are the most important people in your life; think or believing that about you.. Makes you feel like nothing is worthwhile anymore. Not living, nor dying.
My existence is merely that, existing.
So I don’t need you to tell me how worthless I am, I already know.
That’s the last promise I ever believe that comes from your mouth. No more chances.
Thank you 😊