I'm 22. I draw a lot. I suffer from depression and anxiety and PTSD.
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I hate it when a smell brings back memories of someone and all of a sudden you miss them so much. All of a sudden the overwhelming sadness of not knowing how they are anymore becomes too much. You start remembering things that you want to forget, and you start remembering memories so intense and wonderful and heartbreaking that you want to scream. How do people live with the absence of old lovers? Sometimes I can’t cope.




