Depression is like ...

I'm in no way, shape, or form. A friend of mine named Jack and I recently got in an argument about his saying I "complain all the time". Which yes I was "complaining" but I didn't think of it like that. I saw it as venting how I feel. He is my best friend and my outlet to "complain" too. He texted me and said "all you ever do is bitch and complain". Here is my very deep explanation as to why I always "complain".

*Side not: You will hear about a suicide attempt made by yours truly. That is completely factual. I was to the point in my depression death was easier than life. I don't see the word as the best place but the lights are beginning to slowly regain brightness. If you ever need someone to "complain" too, my ears, inbox, and advice can be reached at anytime. I'm just a message away

-XOXO The author

P.S. I posted this because I feel it is sort of poetic. I DONT WANT YOUR PITY AND OR SYMPATHY! I just want you to know there are always people who feel the same way you do. Enjoy.