Someone: When you suffer from depression and someone tells you to cheer up.
Me: My, what a great idea! Why didn't I think of that? ;)
People complain we are overpopulated.
Well, then if we committed suicide, then why do they be sad? It's one less person to think about. Why complain about it when in the end we become sad people?
It's funny that everyone is depressed, like, I mean:
Bullys are depressed.
Nerds are depressed.
Bad girls/boys are depressed.
Kind humans are depressed.
Happiness.
What's the difference between a man and a table?
The table doesn't cry when I break its legs.
Are you suicide? Because you are always on my mind.
If you're depressed and you're crying, like this joke.
What’s the difference between depression and your ex?
Depression fucks you harder.
what's the difference between an onion and a baby?
nobody cries when you cut up the baby.
What is happening? Which is better: being loved or being hated? State your answer.
It's better being depressed and suicidal than being happy, know why? Happiness never lasts forever.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, I’d rather be single than with someone like you.
Why did potassium draw a tear that would result in him crying?
Because all of his friends argon.
I'm not a failure. Suuuurrrre.
Everyone has cracks in them, mine's just in my heart and not my ass.
I saw this one quote: "The people who smile the most are covering the most pain." I think this is true, just not with everyone. As I am really depressed and act like myself with my friends, but with my parents and family, I force a smile so they don't worry more than they do.
I did a test for my therapy session to see what level of depression I had. It came back with severe, 22/24, but I asked her to tell my mum it came back as moderate, saying I would tell her that my depression got worse. She went along with it, but I haven't told my mum and I now make things sound like I aren't as messed up as I truly am to my therapist.
What do you call your angry French aunt?
A crossaunt.
What is the difference between a whore and an onion?
You don't cry when you chop a whore.
Why did the sea cry?
Because it felt salty and blue.
My friend’s mother was never a font of sympathy, but always the one to see beyond the darkness.
Upon learning about her daughter’s cancer diagnosis she said, “Well honey, at least you’ll lose some weight!”
