"I'm depressed, /b/.
I don't mean I didn't save up enough money for the Linkin Park/Dashboard Confessional concert or that my razor is too dull to leave superficial wounds anymore, I mean I suffer from depression. And I haven't been to a shrink for too long. I'm all out of brain drugs.
In case you're not in the know, being depressed is not the same thing as feeling sad. If you're sad, you feel sad about a particular thing, and usually musing on it long enough will help you come to terms with it. Not so with depression. Depression makes it feel like there's no point to doing anything. You don't want to fap or play the vidya or blow up nondescript vans or even leave the fucking house. Most of you basement dwellers can understand that last part, I'm sure, but it really, really sucks to feel like shit and be completely unmoved by the prospect of doing anything but staring at the fucking ceiling and listening to that voice in your head.
And it's not a nice voice. It doesn't tell you to do crazy things or reveal what radio frequencies the Jews are using your fillings to transmit their global money-laundering schemes with. It just tells you straight up that you're a piece of shit. That nobody likes you. That you'll never amount to anything. That you're better off committing suicide. That you're a fucking coward for not committing suicide. YOUR DREAMS ARE SHALLOW AND VAIN, YOU'LL NEVER ACHIEVE THE STUPID GOALS YOU SET, YOU'RE NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF FLAMING SHIT GO FUCKING DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE you get the fucking point."
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