6 October, 2011 in Life | 6 Comments
Wow – cliche-tastic!
Oh sure! Because when you leave your house, you leave behind your brain chemistry too! Suddenly, my brain no longer wants to kill me, because I’ve gone somewhere new. Suddenly, instead of having horrible crippling emotional pain, lethargy, loss of interest in everything I once found enjoyable, the inability to think or even move properly, sleep problems, and constant thoughts of suicide regardless of whether or not I actually WANT to die, I am completely mentally well and able to live life as a normal person does.
Magically. Because I left the town in which I lived. Which in itself is a miracle given how much physical effort it takes just to get through the day.
What. The. F**k.
Fun fact: If you have depression, even once you get somewhere else, you still won’t give a f**k, and you will still see a truck and have to force yourself not to step out in front of it. You will see a beautiful vista from a clifftop and the first impulse you have will be to fling yourself off it. I don’t hope the person who made this gets depression, because that would be a horrible thing. But I hope one day they come to understand why they are such a douchebag.
^this guy <3
Yes, you don’t understand.
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