Why is it that even though depression has wrecked me and has taken away my soul, my biggest fear is still antidepressants?
I was going to do an extremely long post about what depression has done to me, and how I've lost myself, but then I realised that you guys won't understand. You guys won't understand what I mean when I say that I feel like a ghost, as if I'm not a true part of this world, so what's the point of writing about it?
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My Secrets & Randomness III
RandomMY LIFE AGAIN! THIRD BOOK, GUYS, THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME EVEN THOUGH I'M A HUGE BITCH! WHOOP WHOOP!
