A couple of days ago, one of my friends told me that he has depression and anxiety. But I don't believe him. He doesn't appear to be depressed or anxious at all. Maybe I'm being blind and stupid, but he walks down the street without a care in the world, not giving a rat's arse what other people think of him. He may cower when he sees the popular kids, but other than that, he seems, if anything, too confident.
And he's constantly happy, always finding something to laugh at. He makes jokes and seems to enjoy life as much as anyone else. He doesn't appear to have a care in the world. He says he learnt to hide it (which is true) but I know what a fake smile looks like, and his stretches too wide to be forced. His eyes light up when he laughs. That's not fake.
And I've seen his wrists. I'm jealous of the cleanliness.
I may be being a blind bitch, but I honestly don't think he is truly depressed, or suffering from anxiety.
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I'm not okay: Depression quotes, confessions and other things
Random*TRIGGER WARNING* This is just a collection of quotes related to depression and self-harm. There may also be some related to suicide, anxiety and eating disorders. I will also include confessions and just some of my thoughts, or basically whatever...
