When you die, people cry and wish you to come back.
But when you do, people scream and run away.
Life is like a box of chocolates, mostly disappointing.
All those people claiming Donald Trump is like Hitler need a reality check.
After all, it's not like Donald Trump could write a book.
These ain't jokes. These are just sad truths.
What's the difference between flat earthers and my grandfather? Flat earthers are more disconnected from reality than my grandfather is disconnected from his life support.
What's worse than depression & suicide?
Easy: LIVING. Everyday you wish you were dead but then reality hits you in the face that you're still alive and have to suffer living.
Pretend or not pretend, we have to decide everyday even if we don't pretend no one will notice :) no one ever does :). Living is the problem to everything. We get depression cuz of it and so much. Why can't we just die :)?
My life is a joke.
I only cut to find out if I'm real or cake.
What do you call a black person eating chicken, watermelon, and drinking Kool-Aid?
Reality.
Expectation: "Brr, Iโm cold!" "Here brother! Iโll give you my jacket, I donโt want you to be cold!"
Reality: "Brr, Iโm cold!" "Well, damn bro, I canโt control the weather."
You realize you're in a paradox until you die. You'll see yourself die by murder, suicide, old age, etc.
Then you realize you're dreaming, but you realize that if you die in a dream, you die IRL.
when someone says to cheer up: you, I never thought of that. :)
-> in reality, :( (sob)
depression is no game, and here in this world, we are here for each other, although at times it might not seem like it.
Keep strong, and you'll find the end of the tunnel, but ending the pain and being gone just spreads depression.
My fucking life, cya.
Who needs April 1st if your whole life is already a lie?
Some people say I like heights; others say I'm a daredevil.
In reality, I like killing myself.
You know when people say a joke about living?
That's because we are all living a joke.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
YOU HAVE AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE WAITING FOR YOU...
Roses are dead. violets are dying. Outside I'm smiling. Inside I'm crying.
Girlfriend: "Would you still love me if I was a figment of your imagination?"
My schizophrenic ass: Of course I would.
None of these are jokes... they're all facts!
