Thanks for the invite. But no.
Thanks for thinking of me. But no.
Thanks for asking. But no.
No. No. No.
That's all you seem to say to people.
Because you can't go out like everybody else.
You can't say yes to that invite.
It's just too hard.
To hard to go out.
To hard to see people.
To hard to eat, to sleep, to think, to move.
It's all just too hard.
Getting up in the morning isn't just a battle. Not to you.
To you, it's a war.
Every single day.
Day after day, after day, after day.
It's not your fault, it's not anybody's fault.
It's just the way it is.
So no, you won't go out.
Not today.
Not yet.
Going out is like a war, and you haven't quite won it yet.
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To Be Depressed
Non-Fiction"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
