why is it genuinely gut wrenching and soul sucking to try and change my insta pfp
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why is it genuinely gut wrenching and soul sucking to try and change my insta pfp
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no bc the way i wanna neck when my girlies speak abt men seriously as if they arenβt just placeholders.
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Can we please make "I'm depressed" a valid reason to out-of-the-blue fall off the face of the earth?
I'm not busy.
I'm not tired.
My plate isn't full.
I'm not swamped with work.
I don't have a cold or flu.
I'm not laying awake at night. (But I am sleepy throughout the day.)
Nothing tragic or traumatic has happened.
I nor anyone I know or work with is going through anything.
You didn't do or say anything wrong.
But I'm not sad, either. I'm not homesick or in mourning. I'm not angry at anyone or anything.
Nothing is wrong...
I just woke up and suddenly being alive sucked, eating became a dumb idea and nothing mattered. I canceled training for the next two weeks, making up a lie, saying I'd be out of town on business.
And I have no other explanation for that, but I don't [can't] say anything because the word "depression" might as well be "itchy" to some people.
"Here, have a mango. You like mangos, right? This should cheer you up!" But I'm not sad.
"Just think happy things!" But I'm not sad.
"Did something happen? You know you can always talk to me!" About what? I'm not sad.
It'll go away just as it came: on its own.
How long it'll stay in my system this time is anyone's guess.
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I feel like a deer thatβs been hit by a car and left to die almost everyday of my life btw
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