Depression is like a war. You either win or die trying.
I'm just hanging in there. Barely.
I'm tired of coping.
But I'll just hang in there, holding on to the world by the finest string of guilt, so tiny it's impossible to see.
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melancholia ✔︎
Short Storyall i need is a reason to live. a reason to keep living in this hell you call life. because melancholia is just too hard to control all alone.
