Am I going to bed tonight? No. Fuck sleep.
I’m going to lay in bed, and play Minecraft all night until my body gives out. Cause you know what? I’m fucking depressed. I can’t handle anything anymore. My mother won’t get off my ass, I don’t want to go to work, I don’t want to do my homework, I don’t want to wake up in the morning. You can tell me that there are people out there who have it worse, and that I need to count my blessings. I don’t care. My life’s not the greatest in my opinion. And you know what? That’s okay. It’s okay to feel depressed. It’s okay to want to scream, cry, and sleep for the next 27 years. Your feelings matter. I’ve spent the last two years being told that mine don’t. My suicidal thoughts are coming back and slowly multiplying with each day. But just for tonight, I’m going to live. I’m going to live for my giant wooden mansion, and Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson. And that’s quite alright. I’m sure none of this makes any sense. This is just a spill of thoughts that are drifting along through my brain. One thing that I hope makes sense though, is take care of yourself. Find that mansion that’ll keep you going for one more night. And when that mansion’s done, build a courtyard to go with it.
With that I’m done. Thank you for your time, I appreciate it, and hope this helps in some way :)
