Mom, dad, if I wanna smoke, drink, take drugs or in any way do something that you don't like but makes me feel good, I will.
You know why?
Because I am so miserable with my life, I just wanna cry all the time, I hurt myself physichally and mentally non-stop, and those things make me sane and happy. And if that's the only way I'm gonna feel happy in this shit people like to call 'life', then be it! I don't fucking care if you don't like it, I don't fucking care if it's illegal, and I certinaly don't fucking care if it could kill me.
In fact, I encourage the death to come, because I can't bear living anymore. And you know what? I'm not even asking you for permission. I will drink, smoke, take drugs or do something that you hate whether you allow it or not. You can ground me but I will still find a way to do all that. Oh, and if you send me to a therapist, I'm gonna hate you forever and will never forgive you. This is my life and I will decide how to live it and how to end it.
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It's Not Me, It's Depression
RandomJust a bunch of things to help people who go through depression explain how they feel to others, and help people who try to understand that feeling know how it feels. Trigger Warning *Not a story*
