Living is bizarre but what else could it be? It can be spent living in sorrow, living in mourn, living in anything but in all living is only living...
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Chapter Ten.
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Drew's POV
Depression is something no one should joke about. It's a serious subject, dealing with people wanting to die and some people who are sad don't show it. Anyone can be depressed and lie about being happy. Just like everyone can be happy yet lie about being depressed. I did the opposite of this. I did neither. I showed I didn't want to talk but didn't want them to think I was depressed. I think people have mistaken me for being depressed.
Am I depressed? Is it that numb feeling I get everyday that won't go away? Is that really depression? I don't know myself. But that is why I haven't said I am in it. The doctors keep getting me all this medication though. Why don't I get something I really need? Like I don't know... a therapist. As much as I hate that ,I should go to the therapist, I really need to. But my parents don't care. Instead they think I will get over this whole deal.
Wake up madre and padre. I am not getting better. These pills just make me more emotional and more grouchy. I need some real medication. TIME...and someone to help through it sadly.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about the whole entire accident. I had to go to the restroom I don't even know how many times today while on the tour of the Westminster Abbey. I would just sit in the bathroom not even knowing what was on my mind.
But that is how my life is now. I feel numb. Like I don't even know if I can hold it all inside anymore. I might even feel like I want to be dead. Shit. I want to be dead...
"NO!!!! Nate shut up you don't even know how to operate a shower curtain let alone a city bus," Levi was saying as we were walking down the street. His loud perspective voice broke me out of thoughts I once had and I woke up to reality.
I won't get better. Never will I ever get better and I need to learn how to except that. Because not only does this mean that I have to go another day with living but also I have to learn the fact that things won't get any easier in my life. Things have never been easy for me but this time I know this won't come easy for me.
"I think I could be the best driver ever," Nate said and then he added as he rubbed his nose,"I have only drove my mom's suv and my dad's truck."
"You mean your dad's TRUCK!" Levi said as he used a southern accent on the word truck. I don't get why he said it like that but he can do whatever he wants. I am on a mission. To go home. Or in this case the hotel room.
