Sorry for all the jokes, I'll end it.
Me: Mom, I'm tired.
Mom: "Then go to sleep."
Me: No, you don't understand-
Someone asked me, "What are them scars on your arm?" I thought I was playing a violin.
I'm like a broken refrigerator, cool but broken inside.
If I went to Walmart, I would be able to scan my own wrists because they're barcodes too.
Everything disappears in the Bermuda Triangle.
Except my depression.
How do you get your grass to cut itself?
Make it depressed.
I wish my hair was depressed.
Cause then it would cut itself.
Remember, if you are suffering from paranoia...
You are not alone.
People sometimes ask me why I cut myself. I usually answer that at least I can scan my worth at the supermarket.
So I meet with a therapist on a weekly basis. We talk about my depression and how it's been getting worse. Recently, I've been advised about my condition, and how I've been discussing with her about being suicidal. She's been very helpful throughout it. I was even told I can pay in advance from now on, so I don't have to worry about it later.
It's ironic that the more other people love you, the more you hate yourself.
Teacher: Kids, what are some things you have that make you happy? Kid 1: I have my family to make me happy. Kid 2: I have my friends to make me happy. Teacher: What about you, Sean? Sean: I have to take pills to make me happy...
Are you depression? 'Cause you're always on my mind~
Depression is like therapy; the more you see it, the more you get used to it.
I wish I could be as visible as my depression is.
What's a depressed person's favorite drink?
Depresso espresso.
Nah, just kidding, it's bleach.
1273. Depression got the best of me. I'm gonna cry in my room now.
Me: Knock knock.
Friend: Who's there?
Me: I don't know anymore.
Friend: Hey, wanna play hide and seek? Me: Sure, I've got a great spot! Me: *grabs knife and runs to my closet*
