Sometimes I really f**king hate suffering from depression. Like....if I'm out with my friends, I want to be able to have fun the whole time. And yeah, for the majority of the time I do have fun, but if I go out right after having some sort of breakdown, I usually just stay quiet. At that moment, I'm exhausted. I don't want to go out, I don't want to talk. All I want is to get in bed and sleep for about 8,000 years. And maybe my friends would understand if I f**king knew how to talk about it. But I don't. I can't express myself like a normal person. And I think I hate that more than anything.
- but nothing can change that
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
