The Excuse

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I feel as though in the society of today, we use things as excuses. "I'm depressed, so therefore I cant be bothered to be nice to you." "I'm bipolar, though not really, and that somehow validates my anger towards you." "I'm insane, but not really, and that simple phrase means that you should laugh because it's all just one big joke." Right? Isn't that what we do, use actual disorders and illnesses to make ourselves feel better? "I'm so done with life, I just want to die already, at least then it would be easy." Let me tell you something, if you wanted to die, truly in your heart wanted to, you would be dead already. You would not tell a soul how you felt, you would not brag to your friends about how your life was so bad. You would hide it, and then one day you would not be present anymore. Because you did not use it as an excuse, you did not use it for anything. But to everyone around you, it was simply The Excuse.

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