I’m not going to call what I’m feeling depression because I haven’t been diagnosed by someone that has any authority to, but I don’t feel how I used to. I don’t feel inspired to do things the way that I can so vividly remember having been. I don’t know why. Nothing’s changed externally. By all accounts, I should feel no different, but still, I feel this sadness inside of me that I cannot explain. I’m not suicidal. I don’t want to stop living. There’s so much more in this world that I still want to experience, but at the same time, I don’t feel like doing anything. I hold out hope that this will pass. I’ve felt like this before and it has always gone away before, but with that knowledge, I know that it’ll always be right around the corner waiting for me no matter what. I can’t fight it off. I just have to sit there and let it beat me until it gets bored and leaves, but I know that it leaving is only a break for it. At any moment it could resume its constant torture. All I can do is try to keep living the way that I was when it wasn’t there, but it only produces a cheap imitation. I’m sure someone will notice it eventually, but I don’t know. Maybe they won’t, and I just notice because I know the way that I should be. Maybe they have noticed and have chosen to not do anything. I don’t think I even want help. They couldn’t help if they tried, honestly, but knowing that they were trying would mean something. I don’t know if I would try. I could say that maybe I don’t understand what it’s like or what to do, but that’s a lie. I know more than I can even express of what it’s like, but in the end, I might just be too selfish to concern myself with the whole thing. Maybe I wouldn’t even notice because I’d be too concerned with myself. Maybe that’s what it is. Maybe everyone is too busy paying attention to themselves to see the way that I am. I can’t even blame them. I know that I’m no better. Maybe this whole thing was just a way to justify my own selfishness, or maybe it was a cry for pity. I don’t know, and I don’t think it’d change anything if I did. I really just know that I hate myself sometimes.
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First of all, relate. I get oddly sad sometimes and I never know why. Second of all, I here for you if you need me home boy. I got your back.