Me, typing on the Internet:
"feeling sad as fuck all the time..."
Wow. I think I really, actually, do struggle with depression. No matter how happy I am it always comes back to this.
You know what I put in that same text box last night?
"The exact moment when you know someone's stolen your heart forever."
Yes. I truly believe that. And I've never been happier. But when I wake up in the morning... I wake up to this. It always comes back to this.
Depression.
I don't like the sound of that. And I'll never tell anyone either. Well besides friends. Because they'll forget, like they always do. They think I'm okay. Hah. Like I could ever be okay.
Even he forgot... And I don't blame him...
Maybe they just don't even want to deal with it. I understand. Hell I wish I didn't have to deal with it.
Im so glad this is a safe place. It's a safe place for me to just be honest and not risk being put down, judged, or anyone I know seeing it. I can't share this anywhere else.
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Living Up To Standards
PoetryMy life...? I guess it could be interesting. Some could find it sad. I see it blessed. It has it's ups and downs, as all do. Go ahead and see my life, hear about my pain, my joy. I'm not sure how much I can tell you...Though you are free to speculat...
