Nothing is interesting.
Nothing is special.
Nothing is amazing.
Everything is boring.
Everything is difficult.
Everything is average.
What it’s like to have depression.
I’m sorry, I really wish I could care, but I just don’t. I’m trying so hard. I wish taking a pill every morning didn’t seem like the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to overcome. I wish I didn’t cry thinking about my future because I don’t see one for me anymore. I wish I was motivated to pursue passions, and I wish that I didn’t think the result of my actions- when they do eventually happen- weren’t complete garbage.
Having depression sucks. And I’m getting really tired of it. I miss caring about things.
putting down the rope 