On Love, On Life.

I’m going to do what I love with the people I love. I’m better, I’m happy, I’m healthy, and I’ve never loved myself, or my life, more. I’ve become a better person and I will work to keep it that way. Life is short so why would anyone want to spend it being unhappy? If someone tells you something just to make you unhappy, why would you talk to them? I love my friends, family, and myself. That isn’t going to change.

Social anxiety isn’t cool.

OCD isn’t cool.

Bipolar disorder isn’t cool.

Depression isn’t cool.

Cutting isn’t cool.

Phobias aren’t cool.

Trauma isn’t cool.

Sleep disorders aren’t cool.

Eating disorders aren’t cool.

They’re real things, they’re scary, and pretending you have them is just fucking obnoxious and an insult.

(Source: hopelesssly-imperfect)

Who cares that I’m 16? It’s good to be young.