depression

I've spent the entirety of this week depressed. I've barely left my bed. I feel pretty silly writing here but where the fuck else am I going to write. Your brain and body are designed to protect you, sometimes they even kill each other to do it. Counterproductive I know, but they don't know that. To them it's the smartest thing they've ever done. 

I believe that anything that can exist does exist. Unicorns, fairy's, dragons, mole-people, an insect in the shape of your face, a planet where everything is the color orange, LITERALY EVERYTHING.

The universe is always expanding right? and we have absolutely no clue how big. So scientifically there's some percentage that that thing you're thinking of right now exists even if it's like a .0000000000000000000000003% chance. I personally believe it exists. Somewhere.

I stopped praying to God when I was 14. I gave up on him. I used to pray every night before bed, and before most meals. I prayed and prayed and prayed, but nothing got better. I stopped praying because I thought if God won't help a devoted child who did everything she could, then it didn't matter. No matter how much I prayed for myself and for others it wouldn't matter. He didn't care. So, I got tired of being ignored and I stopped calling.

This was a weird blog but whatever. Alright I'll see y'all later. -Star