Survival is one thing.
Living is another.
When your "life" consists of torturous visions.
Of horrifying thoughts.
Of terrible voices calling out to be heard.
Then is it really a life at all?
Why can't we all just be happy?
It would upset the balance.
If we can't be happy, why do we exist?
To suffer?
To cry alone in your bed.
The voices in your head chanting.
SCREAMING.
Why won't they stop?
Why can't they go away?
They never leave me alone.
I exist to suffer.
I exist to cry.
I exist because we can't all be happy.
But if that's why I exist.
Then why do you exist at all?
Do you suffer like I do?
I can fix that...
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Anxiety
Horror"It's all in your head." "Just get over it!" "Can't you just NOT be depressed?" "Ignore it and it'll go away!" "I know how you feel." Common lies by people that know nothing. There is, however, one truth. "You aren't alone."
