Wow. Imagine this.
Friday: You get a major headache
Saturday: You collapse and get admitted to the hospital
Monday: You're brain dead, living on a life support machine
Thursday: Doctors pull out the life support machine
Not even one week. This happened to a friend's ex-schoolmate.
So this is what it feels like, to be depressed. And when people just randomly talk about how "depressed" they are just because they failed some stupid quiz which barely affects your GPA, Urgh! Like, you're not depressed.
Once again, it is my fault. This blows. Seriously! I have a feeling that my second brother hates me.
"Hey little brother! Although I'm actually supposed to help you through your troubles (because you obviously have issues), I'm just gonna tell you that you suck!"
I envy them. Really.
Whatever.
Well, I've just realised that I'm those kinds of people who people assume doesn't have any problems because I do not have a loudspeaker to announce to the whole world about my problems. And I kind of hate it about me. Like, it's all bottling inside! I might kill somebody, like myself. Have I ever cried in public? I don't think so. Well, maybe when I was a kid, I don't remember. But sometimes I would just cry in the bathroom with the shower turned on to cover up the wails.
Okayyy.... That was a little too much information, but whatever. I SHALL NOT DELETE THIS POST!
Sunday is the only thing that's keeping me alive. Get me outta here!