Q. Are you depressed?
A. Yes, I do consider myself to be depressed.
Q. Have you been diagnosed?
A. No.
Q. Did you lie on all of the tests.
A. ..........Maybe.
Q. Why are you depressed?
A. A lot of reasons. A few of them are i'm an overthinker, altruistic-ness, and Murphy's law.
Q. Care to elaborate?
A. With pleasure. A big problem of mine is that I have a hard time forgetting my mistakes, because i'm always thinking about them. My mind never stops moving to the point were I will run the last sentence of a conversation I've finished through my head until a new one starts elsewhere.
I'm also an altruistic mess. I honestly never really cared for myself too much. I'm annoying and often won't stop talking. I also don't feel as though I have a purpose in life, so I decided I would make my purpose to insure the safety of my friends, after being inspired by one of them, who had done so much for me. One little problem with this, is that ALL of my friends are depressed, so when they are down, I'm down, and stressed out. Also they hurt themselves sometimes, and it hurts me too... A lot. If you guys end up reading this...plz stop doing it. Y'all don't deserve that kind of shit. Your too good to deserve that shit. (Fuck, i'm getting emotional.)
I suffer from Murphy's law. "If anything can go wrong, it will", and it always does! I'm a klutz, I forget things, I make everything go wrong, and I mess up when people need me the most, and worst of all, I let it all get to my head. It's my fault. It's always my fault and I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I feel like a lot of problems would disappear if I did.
Q. Are you crying?
A. No...*sniff*.
Q. Do you want a hug?
A. Yes.
Q. Are you ok?
A. No.
Q. Do you do any form of self harm?
A. No, I just hit my head on stuff sometimes to make my brain shut up.
Q. Isn't that bad for...
A. Shut the fuck up!
Q. OwWwwW!!!!!.....?
A. OwwWww!!!!!
Q. You seem to be a happy person on the outside, how do you do it?
A. You need a poker face, a convincing fake smile, and good voice dilation.
Q. Would you kill yourself?
A. No, I would not. Im a pussy and i'm afraid of pain, so I don't mess with it. The only way I could Imagine killing myself is an overdose, alcohol poisoning, or putting myself in a coma. The last one sounds the most appealing, because it's not so much death, but a pause button on life, and that would be a dream come true.
Q. Are you ever going to get help?
A. One day, yes. Right now, no.
Q. Are we done now.
A. Yeah, I think we're good.
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عشوائيNOTE: I am straight. I just think rainbows on black is fucking sick.