Cassandra, 21, California.
Animal obsessed. I have a Netflix dependency. Numerous passions and hobbies that are made obvious by things I post, etc, so no real need to list any of them. I think I am a sad excuse for an adult sometimes, oh well.
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to affect them