You know you're about to have a depression fit when you're damn well near crying in public, and feeling as if every glance backward is a look at you, and every person that does glance backward and snigger and turn back toward their friends is laughing at you.
Then the moment you get home, you're instantly feeling like you're going to drown. You wonder why you're alive, you wonder why you're being forced to look through life with these eyes, if you're even meant to look through life with these eyes, and what anything you'll be doing ever count toward something in the future. You imagine yourself as a homeless person, or a pathetic person, or a very dead person.
I'm just... I don't even know what this is. Second time in a week I've felt this way. Like I'm not enough and I'll never be enough. And it's kind of pathetic. I'm kind of very pathetic.
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