I couldn’t sleep… again, because I was worrying about all my mistakes, everything bad I did, every social interaction that was worth 2 Kg of shit, every try to make a friend that ended in a total and abysmal failure and that confirmed me that I’m just a freak that can into social, all of that just triggering Depression again.
I hate this anxiety, I hate this country that still believes everybody with Depression it’s just a psychotic freak in a killing spree, I hate this life. Yet I can’t simply die. And I’m here whining about my life when people are having it way worse, when people are suffering, when people are at the brink of death.
Why I can’t just die, It’ll be better for everyone…