Somehow… me… everyday… for months now.
I am so fucking over this depression shit.
I’m still doing things. I still think I’m worthwhile. I am still holding on. And I am trying not to unload it on everyone around me.
So I guess I’m isolating myself. I know I am making myself worse. I don’t want to take any more medication. It doesn’t make me better.
But what is worse? Me being alone and unhappy, or me being with the people I love and being unable to hide the fact that I am unhappy, unwittingly unloading these negative thoughts and feelings on people who don’t deserve it?