When you're depressed, you need a helping hand to get out
i didn't have that, so i'm still kind of depressed, but i can get myself out
I could be exaggerating, but i don't think i am because I don't feel like being dramatic and shit.
I hate admitting my faults, though i'm not stubborn bitch about it. I've overcome the emotionally race of this form of depression, now i have to go through the physical one. Whenever i enter some rooms, i just feel like my breathing tightens and all. many of my friends are noticing it. It's like i'm drowning in the open air.