It's one thing to think you don't matter; you tell yourself that's just the depression and anxiety talking. But then to know just how much other people can't stand you when they think you can't hear. It's like the depression was right all along…and you've just been lying to yourself that you belong and what do you really have to offer anyway? What are you other than an annoyance and a burden? What are you really existing for other than the fear of death? Eventually, that fear just stops being enough.














