I know it's been said before, and I'm going to say it again: Depression sucks. I hate going to bed every night not knowing whether the next day is going to be bearable. I hate that even though I know it's not true, my brain constantly tells me that my friends all hate me. I hate that when I see my friend with her boyfriend I can't help but get angry because I know they aren't right for each other. I love them both. I'm friends with them both. But I don't like them when they are together. And I HATE that I think like that. I want them to be together. I want them to be happy. I love when they're happy. I just wish I could be happy. For them. For me. For anyone.
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Thoughts Unwanted
General FictionLiving at a public University, Laria is struggling with depression, friends, and identity. Not knowing where to turn, will she find her own truth?
