"I used to have this battle with myself,cursing to my thoughts that I'm not gonna let them lie to me,not gonna let them win my trust to people who loved me.Like people always said,depression is just a lie that trying to tell you that nobody love you when there is people.
But as time goes by,I realize that people don't live me.Infact they just doing everything out of pity.By the times,I start to stop talking back to my depression,and I let it show me the true side of those around me.
It's like a story with narrator you know?But the difference is,this story have no ending unless I die.And I'm tired of this boring story already.So can I shut them off?"
YOU ARE READING
The Truth
RandomNobody want to know the truth.So why do we pretend like it's does matter when it's not?
