Ii dont know but why i get depressed but i do but i am not that brave to cut myself wid blade or commit suicide thats my problem i am a coward i am afraid of death the worst thing about my depression is it renders me inept socially but sometimes things do occur that change my perspective like i got selected into the 2nd most prestigious medical college in state
Its like i work hard but when exams approach i loose drive to study and top strange but thats me for ya so people think i pull depression on myself i think maybe i do? or i dont ?always questioning my existence .fuck me i am so weak that i still like to be with my mom when i go home its so messed up u know i crave for love for my mom dad and sis y cant i be strong like others? Y this weak i am not saying all this to gain sympathy nor do i want consolation i have decidex to supress my sexuality maybe but i will adopt poor children and help them get the best childhood i have to be strong for my mau and mom
Coz really i will not bend to anyone
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The Melancholies Of A Homosexual
Non-FictionI am a gay i know i can never be happy the acceptance i seek can never be fulfilled my life is as parched as the vast stretch of sahara ..... The water of happiness i wish to drink i know is an illusion that will turn to sand when i drink it burning...
