Fuck this.
Why can't I ever be happy for a whole straight day? Or whole 24 hours? I fucking hate this whole depression thing. I wanna throw it away and lock all the past up and lose it forever. And keep the only good memories I have. I hate it when for ONE day I am completely happy the whole day but end up in tears that night. I hate it that depression happens to anybody. I wish depression would fucking die, or have some kind of expiration date. Instead of constantly having to down nasty anti-depressants to make me temporarily and medicated-happy. God, I act so fake and good it disgusts me. I can be so happy at school even though I can't wait to go home and want to die even more..and honestly try.
I hate being deprived of a childhood others had. Other kids had the perfect moms and dads who would actually show up every day and not having to worry where the fuck he has been for two days. I really wish not to get into it all right now. But, here is a little humor and truth, when my memoir is published you can read all about it, heh!
I hate being deprived of a childhood others had. Other kids had the perfect moms and dads who would actually show up every day and not having to worry where the fuck he has been for two days. I really wish not to get into it all right now. But, here is a little humor and truth, when my memoir is published you can read all about it, heh!