Depression Is My Kryptonite

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I am weak, impulsive, and often times wrong.
I act strong and tough although inside I'm like the breaking point of a sad song.
You are careful and desicive, which helps you to not always be wrong. Although we all have our faults.
You wear your sorrow like a sheild, as if it were protection from enduring much more damage.
My curiosity is in fact intact, but remember curiosity killed the cat.
(Good thing I'm Panda...)
I known that they say opposites attract, it's just I've never understood why or how.
Like how do we get along so well with so many differences among us and why do we still have things in common even though we've been placed the farthest apart on the spectrum?
Sometimes I think that it's because we've both been beaten and broken.
Shoved in Lost and Found and in Goodwill barrels. Taking our so-called "bullshit" emotions with us.
I feel lucky to have found you. You make me question myself in a good way and you inspire me and you aren't afraid to let me know that I'm wrong.
Others have made me feel as though I am not worth belonging here in their world at times. They don't inspire me, instead they tell me that I'm wrong. And when I ask for their opinion and advice on my faults they either tell me that everything I do is wrong and that I should stay inside my head or they walk away leaving me questioning my existence even more than I was before.
They don't care enough to be there and listen through my tears about all of my fears.
Although I've come to realize a problem of mine that I've been questioning for quite some time. I believe that I am too unafraid of the insanity and the day that Death dares to charm me. That is why I fear little things that would be overlooked by any sane mind that feared the day that they met the Reaper himself. Scythe and all.

Sometimes that makes me believe that I've got even more misplaced gears in my head and that I'm better left dead.

The only thing to fear is fear itself. Well what about when you can no longer fear anything but yourself? I truly want to know. There's a part of me that really believes that I'm on that track and that I'm never turning back.

How do you fear it? I want to fear it. It's unnatural to not fear such trivial things. Man, what's wrong with me?
My side of the spectrum must be fucked up and severely filled with dirt and muck.