depression is a horrible thing. it can consume us all. and drag us back into the dead. if you don't like me,i discourage you from reading the rest of this journal. some people who have this problem,like me, they let depression engulf their feelings everyday,unable to do anything about it. because of this,i can't feel the happiness i try to fake. i'm no socialite. i'm no hermit. i just kinda sit there,listening to what people say. depression..can be enjoyable for some people. i can enjoy it sometimes. i don't know what's wrong with me. i am awkward,fearing that if i say something,it'll kill someone inside a little. i DO want to see a therapist about this but another part of me is scared,no matter what happens. whatever,and i mean WHATEVER,somebody says, i think of possibilities of what it means,even if it was nothing. i don't think i can live this way,and i WANT to live but...i can't change. contemplation will make my days go by sooner.
HOLY ******** s**t N ******** IT'S THAT GERBIL'S WORLD!