I don’t know how many times I will have to explain that depression doesn’t just make me “sad” to you.
It hurts… Physically. It hurts. I wake up with migraines that last days and I’m stiff all over.
I’m not tired because of work or not enough sleep. I can get enough sleep or more than enough sleep and have a few days off and still be exhausted the minute I wake up.
The reason I have no friends? My anxiety levels are so high I get freaked out and scare people away.
I just want to die and take my shit piece of life with me so nobody has to deal with me anymore.
Since nobody cares anyways.