Don't be depressed, it's pathetic. You are quite literally wallowing in a pool of self-pity. And if contemplate suicide, that's even more pathetic. There are fuckers out there that I can guarantee you gone through so much worse shit than you, are so fucked up in the head, and yet they go on with life. Get the fuck out of the pool, and make something of yourself. Your life, no matter how bad it might seem, is a fucking haven compared to some poor prick's existence.
yea i know theres always someone worse off then me i know that it doesnt make my sistuation any better. i feel like nothing i do will make this shit any better and it fucking hasnt, do u sleep in a hallway in your grandfathers house cause i do
You let worthless souls' hatred affect you.
That's something you shouldn't do.
Don't sit around depressed, or whining about it for the most part.
No matter how bad your depression is, you can overcome it.
"It's not that simple", or "You don't know what it's like" are two common responses...
Well, you may think it's not simple, but in some cases it truly is. Sometimes happiness is right there, waiting for you. Sometimes it's hidden, far far away.
No matter where it is, it's reachable, just like any dreams you may have.
And, I do know what it's like... Never have I actually whined about depression, I just always tried for hope. No matter how much pain I went through, or how hard it was.
The thought of the smile I faked just made me sick to my stomach, but I still faked it. Sometimes, the smile actually wasn't fake.
Hope is something you need to know will always be there no matter what the circumstance.
Just don't let them get to you... Humans are sickening. But they are not worth caring about.
If you're hated, hate them more. If you're loved, love them more...
If you're ignored, ignore them more.
If you cry, sometimes let it out. Express yourself, just don't let others judge you because of who you are.
Simple words may not get to you, and if that's the case, like me, then all well.
Why would I care for you? Somebody I don't even know. Somebody, maybe nobody. Perhaps I'm the nobody.
I don't want to live in this reality, but I do.
I struggle everyday, waking up saying it'll be better.
I don't feel like eating, so I eat 'til I feel it's enough.
I don't feel like exercising, but I will until I can't do it anymore.
I don't feel like living, but I live even more than yesterday.
You were given a life, a soul, so enjoy it for what it is, and since you die anyways why make everyday a depressing drag.
There's always a reason to live.
And if you don't feel like reading all of that, the fuck if I care. Don't reply to it if you don't want to, or didn't, read it.