you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy crap that’s me because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and return to your computer
Pro Tip: Don’t tell depressed people how good they have it in comparison to others. They already know and already feel guilty about it. You’re making the problem worse.
You and I
I don’t know what I’m getting myself into with you, but it feels so fine. I can feel my emotions growing stronger. I would have never thought we’d end up here. If this turns out bad we’re not to blame, life is. So that’s who I’m leaving in control of the situation; life.