I just feel like I’m always the one waiting. Always. In whatever situation. I hope there will be a day I don’t have to wait any longer. Patience is wearing thin.
when they show a scene from two seasons ago in the “previously on” you know something fishy is about to happen
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
I am jealous of people’s parents who let them go anywhere they want, any time they want. I am so grateful to be attending a college 400+ miles away where I don’t have a curfew or parents telling me no. I’m going to do whatever the hell I want and they can’t stop me.