the worst part about depression, nobody knows your depressed, everyone thinks im happy, they think im a normal teenager with friends, plans on a Saturday, things to do.
but im not. im no where near a normal teen.
and just when you think you have defeated your demons, just when you think your over it and you can be happy, they return
the thoughts, the scars, the demons, the overwhelming science, it all returns.
and the cycle starts all over again, and you are back at the starting line, never reaching the finish.
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Non-Fictionthis is just me talking about random things. ranting about random things. needing a place to put random things warning I may about depression, anxiety, or self harm
