In this day and age it's almost impossible to lock ourselves away from what seems like the prehistoric diagnoses of depression, anxiety, etc. etc.
Yet what really are such 'illnesses', I'm not going to pretend I know everything because I don't, I've missed out on a lot of my life, my childhood, my schooling, and yet even know at 17 years old I'm being told to guzzle down some sugar coated pill shaped bundles of lies and get on with it. Although fairly relaxed I'm far from a hardy person. Instead I'll just sit and cry, or over think. I hate the term procrastinate, overused my hipsters and bitches I wish to strangle.
However does anyone actually know what is wrong with us?
I'm not depressed. I have manic depression.
I'm dangerous, I'm horrible and most of all I'm useless.
I wouldn't say I've been through a lot, I'm extremely numb now anyway
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