• What’s the hardest line to draw in a hospital? * …
  • A FLATLINE!

knock knock who’s there? depression… that’s my best friend.

Me and a person downtown.

Person: Hey, crazy Saturday night.

Me: I guess so.

Person: Why do people do crazy stuff like this?

Me: I don’t know. I used too, but don’t anymore.

Person: why’d you stop?

Me: unfortunately, I lived every time I’d try something.

Doctor : what makes you feel depressed? Me: I used to work at the word trade centre, before the plane hit. Doctor: a lot of people fell to pieces after that.

What fruit always feels depressed?

A blue-berry.

An obese depressed mother is trying to tie a noose but can’t reach it so she calls her son for help a few minutes later son: there mother: where did you learn to tie such a good noose? son: dad showed me before he died mother: DAM HIM TO HE- slips and noose chokes her to death

If I was a party, then anxiety must be the cousin depression felt obligated to bring to the party and insomnia the little annoying sibling.

Website: Submit a joke :-) Me: My life.

Me: Knock knock…Friend: who’s there? Me: I don’t know anymore

I love Brussel sprouts more than I love myself

I wish i could be as visible as my depression is.

Being sad is my only happiness

It’s ironic that the more other people love you the more you hate yourself.

What do you call a Sad Depressed Artist? Anything But Cows of Woe.

You know what relationships and life? They both come to an end

Society: :-)

I: :’)

Society: you’re doing it WRONG. It’s :-) not :’)

I: :'D

Person A: cmon person B, just be happy, smile Person B: over my dead body Person B: gets the noose

A 10y.o. : I don’t want to smile without having a reason to. People shouldn’t think I’m happy 24/7. A 10y.o. week later: Damn… my life is shitty…

<2y. later> 12y.o. : What is de-pre-ssion? googles it

Now 14y.o. : Oh…

What does my head and hell have in common? They both have demons in them

Wanna hear somethin’ ironic?

When one cutter tells another cutter to stop, but he himself can’t stop cutting.

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