Yesterday I felt physically ill, today I'm better but mentally I'm awful. I am not okay, I'm crying, hiding the bathroom, walking slow, feeling irritable to anything I disagree with. My friends asked me "How are you?", and I texted back "I'm good" lying straight through my teeth. There was an issue at the restaurant, and I felt terrible about myself, that when I started crying, and then my Dad calls me out for it, making me feel even worse. Dear Dad, Fuck You (for the millionth time).
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Recovery of Depression
PoetryI already made another story collection were I wrote my depression Thoughts, and this is the recovery part;
