“~Are you happy I honestly couldnt even tell you what happiness feels like anymore. I dont love myself, I hate me! I am a loser, I am a Fuck Up because thats the thing about depression when I feel deeply I dont want to let it go it becomes a comfont I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs I want to nuture it, grow it, cultivate it, its mine I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped as its arms and not to wake up for a long long long time. I'm just tired, tired of being bitched about behind my back, tired of being laughed at, tired of being made fun of, tired of feeling ugly tired of being ignored, tired of feeling unloved tired of no one caring tired of pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry I'm getting worse and you dont know when you've been sad for so long that eventually everyone stops caring and lets you sink more and more into the darkness < 3”
