Stop waiting for life to be easy. Stop hoping for somebody to save you. You don’t need another person lying to you. Things don’t all add up, but you are resilient. Face some hard facts and you could have an incredible life.
depression. sometimes when I talk to myself a text is born.
-Do you wanna talk about it?
A question, which you hear and everything in your life, that you thought you were holding together, just magically or disastrously falls apart. A question meaning 'there's something really wrong with you, and I don't know what it is, but I am your friend, and I have to ask you this type of questions in case you're thinking of killing yourself, which I know you don't, cause you have this awesome life and awesome friends and awesome parties and awesome job. so yeah in case you're considering killing yourself, and I'm not doing anything. cause you know, I don't want this kind of burden in my life forever because of you..'
Just a question.
So what do I answer? Probably...No.
No, I don't wanna talk about it? No, there's nothing to talk about? No, let's do this another time? No, you dumbass bitch you're not the kinda person I'd be talking about this to? Well, The last one I probably need to leave to myself..
And what do you do if no one's asking the question? No one ever really asks. Not the right question, anyway.
You're left alone. In all your misery and all your pain. Acting like nothing significant is happening in your life. And it is not, really.
Depression is significant? Do you wanna talk about it with your family at the dinner table or with your friends on a night out? I know I don't. I don't think you do. I don't think anyone does. So stop acting like you care oh-so-much about a mental health. Stop saying things like you support, or you understand, or you've been there. Stop adding more bullshit to the world.
Okay. So then.. what is it that's left for you to do? If the question is never asked?
I'll tell you what. Keep thinking your disturbing thoughts. Keep talking to yourself in your own head. Keep pretending you have it all under control. Keep living in a state of permanent anxiety. Keep smoking too much. Keep drinking as much as you smoke. And keep pretending this is what makes you happy. When it doesn't.
Just keep going.
What the fuck does this mean anyway? How do you just keep going if there's nowhere to go to, no one to go with, not a strong muscle in your body to bring you wherever, not a happy thought to actually keep you going?
The world has enough people in it. To have a child, we weren’t guaranteed we were gonna make anything better but, to take a child of suffering like you boys were…give you a chance in the world - that’s something.
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