when you have depression and you’re being told to cheer up? I mean, what does that even mean? There’s me thinking people understand ..it’s not something that you can just snap out of, its always there. In the background. When you laugh, when you sleep, when you’re sat in class/at work. I sometimes want to punch people in the face ..depression is so underrated. I don’t think people understand quite how much it rules your life. I don’t do the things I once did, and it’s not just because I feel so damn tired of life, it’s because they stopped making me happy. Things stopped making me smile. I used to love reading, I still do. But it’s only recently i’ve realised i’m reading 2/3 pages before giving up and coming back to it later. Not to mention the way things look around you, do you ever feel like your not there? like everything around you isn’t real? I do. Maybe try walk in my shoes for a day, THEN TELL ME TO CHEER UP. I try my best, most people at school would think i’m the last person on the planet to have depression. Home is where i can let myself go. After a long hard day of pretending and faking smiles. Silly me for thinking you’d understand that.
