❤︎ 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 ❤︎

𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖

people often wonder what it's like to be depressed.

they come to me.

they ask me.

huh.

as if they aren't depressed themselves.

they know how it feels.

that's how they find the audacity to ask another.

to try cover it up.

pretend it doesn't exist

but that's like covering you leg with your arm to think that you can walk without legs.

ridiculous.

sure the science these days is enough sophisticated.

but without legs, it isn't walking.

it's... shuffling? gliding? riding? sitting? mechanic-autopilot-ing?

thinking you aren't at the brink of death is far worse than knowing that you are.

at least you can expect your demise.

though really

maybe a nice shock would be better.

but that, my love, is called false hope.

finding this confusing? i hope so.

it's my job.

though i don't get paid, unfortunately.

you would think i enjoy being depressed.

mad.

insane.

demonic

maniac.

the truth is...

i do.