i told my friends about my depression, i told them about the void that i feel, i told them about how i wake up in the middle of the night and crying like a new born babies, i told them about my lack of desire to do anything, and by anything i mean anything including the things that i love the most, i told them about the monster inside my head that hate me so much and always whispering something i don't want to hear because i don't need anyone to make me feel more miserable, i also told them about my suicidal thought, i told them about my imagination where i take so many madicine that lead me to overdose and death

and they say "it's all inside your head, there's no such thing as depression unless you're crazy, and you're not really killing yourself so it's fine"

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february 18, 2018