The catch 22 of depression is sitting at home lamenting not having any friends after you’ve pushed them all away and hidden in your room alone.
Most of the time I just want to be alone. Sometimes though, I want to pretend like everything is fine and put on my happy face and pretend to be sociable. But my mask is wearing thin and I can’t fake wanting to be out there in the real world.
I feel like I have no desire to get over this bout of depression because I really can’t see the point in being happy. I just want to curl up and listen to sad songs and hiss at anyone who gets near (physically or emotionally).
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