The more I accept the fact that I’m depressed the harder my day to day routines become. Isn’t that Ironic? I often just sit at my desk and feel the world move around me. Some days nothing seems real. I have no connection to the world around me. Some days I think of driving my car into a wall to see if I’d wake up.
These are the thoughts in my head. The thoughts that make me different.
I don’t want to be different…
I’m not insane.
I’m just sick in the brain.