The best way I can describe depression is that you're in a car and you're driving down a road. And you know you're going to crash. You don't know when it's going to happen. You don't know how bad it's going to be. But you know you're going to. Sometimes the road is straight. Sometimes it has bumps and curves. But, eventually, you just fly right off it. Then you fix up your car and get back on the road, knowing you're just going to crash again. And when you know that you don't really have a reason to keep driving...that's the most exhausting feeling in the world.
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The Misfits
General FictionI'm going to tell you a story. It's a story about three girls with an unbreakable bond. But it's that bond that is unusual in so many ways. I wish I could say that this is a happy tale. I wish that I could say that the three girls had happy lives an...
