I love just living my life regularly then all of a sudden, get depressed out of nowhere. its like literally the best thing ever.
god I want to die.
im such a coward though like wtf im so annoying
maybe one day ill man up and kill myself. sadly today is not the day. though, it might as well be since I have to go to that hell hole they call school and get a so called "education"
my problems are so stupid and worthless, other people have worse problems than me but here I am feelimg sorry for myself like im the only one in the fucking world that feels like complete and utter shit. like wtf is my problem?
also, why do people even read this garbage.
bye
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Depression: It Speaks to Me
Non-FictionIts just me, i have problems and I guess I'll just tell all about it, even if no one cares. Maybe someone will read my trash for once. Here goes nothing I guess.
