Isolation is a lonely island.
It's a bitter-sweet thing.
You're isolated because your depression eats at you.
—your anxiety guilts you.
I should go out,
— I don't FEEL like going out
It's a constant battle in your mind.
Everybody thinks I hate them
Everybody hates me.
Your anxiety and depression are partners.
They are opposites
But work so well to do one thing.
They have one purpose
They fuck up your life.
— Solitude doesn't bring peace.
