its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself
I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.
I just want to not be me.
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of living.
I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off.
Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and laid in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.