So depression isn't the name anymore for what I have. I rather call it dying very slowly and painfully. But hey, I still gotta keep a smile on my face because if I show one frown I got people in my face or people calling me dramatic so I guess no body cares and if they wanted to care, They want something out of me. I'm so sick and tired of picking everyone who falls back up on their feet. I'm so tired of always being forced to fixed other people problems or to make them happy when I can't even do the same for myself. I'm honestly just tired of trying. And I'm giving up a lot faster But I guess you wouldn't understand so I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess I just wish I had someone to pick me back up on my feet. I sleep all day when I get home. Because I'm hoping that I'll keep the thoughts out of my head. But I end up staying up all night. Or sleeping all day and night and not eating. What's the point in me picking everyone up when they won't do the same for me???
