Depression.
I suffer from it.
It's evil. It's a demon.
I wish I could be happy. I have EVERYTHING. I am living my wild fairy tale life.
Yet.
I sit here in the middle of the night feeling sad, lonely, disgusted with one stupid little thing that will eventually pass.
Depression is a selfish loathing. I get so wrapped up in all the things "I" want and need that I forget how truly lucky I am.
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