Today I wanted to cry, I mean ball my fucking eyes out, all because a paper went on the roof. Maybe not all just because of that though; everything. It's like when one thing goes wrong, everything comes flying back from the dusty corners of my brain, and suddenly everything is falling apart.
Y'all wanna know the truth? I'm depressed as fuck. I'm drowning in it like a fish out of water. And I'm so afraid. I can't tell anybody because it's so stupid. So fixable right? And yet I feel like it's not, I feel like I'm broken, damaged, and unrepairable. Will I be stuck like this? Will I die like this? Will it end, or will it just be a continuous battle whenever I'm between med refills?
It's a sad sad life. And yet, many, too damn many young people are battling depression. Why?
