| "Hi, my name is *fill in the gap* and I suffer from a non-existent-made up-disorder, or phobia of a completely insignificant and inferior thing, like a bird or a cloud. I'm but one more typical Tumblr hipster-cutter-self-conscious stereotype and I am here to post artistic images of a landscape with a triangle in the middle, representing absolutely nothing. I am 15 and therefor, I know everything about the real world, so I spend my teenage years complaining about my tough and wasted youth, along with agreeing with quotes about my diminished importance and existence. Welcome to my painful page, where I will talk about killing myself multiple times and not eating all the glorious foods this world has to offer because I weigh more than I should, yet less than I believe. However, I will justify my actions by proving wrong every friend out there, that is trying to help me out, by saying that I have a condition called "depression" that is not my choice, and that I can't help it. The end of this introduction, that I have not put any thought into, yet it is more than what anyone is willing to read, will be followed by the, oh so famous, "And in this moment, I swear, we were infinite," quote, that is hardly overused at all. I cried." | Please, be better than this shit, cause it's getting really old, really fast.
