Feels like everyone's just given up on me. That they're all sick of me and my depression and that I don't matter anymore. I always end up alienating people because of it. Those than don't just tell me to "get over it", or worse, "bottle it up", as if it's that bloody simple, or even healthy in the latter case. I have no one to turn to for comfort.
What do I do about a mental illness, with no known cure, that I was born with? There's conscious a refusal to understand, or even care about, that which I have no control over.
I've been crying the past hour and a half. Still am.
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10 Dec 2017 18:41 CET
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