I wish my friends were better at helping me through shit and understanding my deep seeded depression and these fucking anxiety attacks, I can’t tell if they are too blind or they just don’t care. Either way it hurts.
Fuck I’m sad.
A wall of thoughts is what separates me from the people in the outside world. I’m unable to tell of this is individuality or insanity.
- mom: are you on drugs?
- me: 私は今の薬です