You know how in all those movie you see a scene were there a devil and an angle are sitting on someone's shoulder. And the person in the middle has to be wise and pick one to listen to, well I feel as thought this happens to all of us except in my case the devil is me and the angle is everyone else.
This morning I was laying in bed awake with my eyes closed just listening to all the family in my house get ready for the day. They had two come in twice and tell me to get up and get ready however I just lied there in my warm bed half asleep and said yeah, yeah I'll get up in a minute or I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm never got up. I never got ready. Instead made up a true lie I'm sick, i am sick but not not quite sick enough to need to take a whole day off because of it. But I guess that's what you get for be friending depression she makes you comprise with yourself into believing that you actually really need or don't need to do the things you do.
She make me the devil because she gives me the wrong choice and pushes all the angles with the right choices away
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Depression
RandomDepression was just a feeling until she became a friend then she ruined everything
