I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
Someone who means a lot to me hurt my feelings real bad when I told her how I was feeling. "How can you be depressed if you're so happy all the time?" And I just shook my head and said, "you're lucky you don't know the answer to that question.
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I am pieces of quotes from my favorite books stitched together by song lyrics and I am glued together by midnight conversations and the sweet taste of coffee and I have this tendency to fall apart suddenly