So what's the point?
I forgot what it's like to smile and mean it for more than two hours.
I forgot what it's like to be a lovely person, if that ever happened.
I forgot what it feels like to live and to like it.
Now I just exist.
Or nearly so.
So tell me what's the point of living a life pretending to smile every fucking hour of the day, pretending to be so fucking nice and adorable just for them to like you, pretending to live. Pretending to yourself that YOU ARE REALLY LOVE LIVING THIS WAY.
What's the point?
Tell me about it, and I'll tell you why I'm so fucking ME.
But that doesn't mean that I'm really fucking proud of this.
Make me understand you, as I try to do the same.
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RandomDepression is the feeling of someone whispering in your ear and telling you that you are worthless. Every time you make a mistake, you keep getting reminded of it, it's never painless. From these mistakes, it makes you reckless. Now you ask yourself...
