whenever i’m in a bad place i always try to tell myself that this won’t last. i’ll grow up. i’ll have a successful career one day. i won’t be jobless forever. i’ll have a family. i’ll move out. i’m so young. my problems right now seem like the worst, but they’re not. just realizing that THIS WON’T LAST is the best mood lifter in these times. Of course, my depression may last and it may not go until I get off my ass, but the reasons i’m feeling down won’t be here. life is so short. my parents will die one day and i won’t remember what i’m so upset about right now in five years. or ten. or next year. i will die one day. and when i’m sitting on my deathbed (hopefully i don’t get murdered or in a car accident out of nowhere, but that is always in a way comforting. i don’t know what will happen and there are so many possibilities in life) i won’t even remember this. i won’t remember this worry about this thing because it’ll be long gone.

i hope. it’s comforting to realize that life moves on and things change.