Someone once asked me, "Why do you get obsessed so easily?"
And I answered, "Because I'm lonely."
She said, "You always say, 'oh, I'm so lonely, I have no friends', but in reality, there are so many people that want to be your friend, but you don't even know their names! You don't even make the effort to get to know them!"
I was... surprised. People, want to get to know me?
I guess I was just always stuck in my own little world of depression that I never noticed the way others care, or rather the interest they have in me.
That's selfish, isn't it. It's a trait of narcissism. Therefore I'm a narcissist.
But I know it's also selfish of me to think so negatively once I heard that. I guess I'm just... surprised.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of poems focusing on the topic of depression. TW: Includes topic of depression and self-harm, includes profanity.
