I tell people it's all gonna be alright, that it'll all get better, while I think it will only get worse. How can I say things that I don't believe in? Oh, right. Because I believe things will turn out okay for them, but not for me. That's just the way it's meant to be.
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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*
