The only thing I look forward to is going back to bed at night. I don't have anything to look forward to. I have no purpose. I can't find happiness. People may think I'm happy, that I'm fine, but I'm not, I'm just good at pretending.
I'm at hopelessness, but I can see my friendsgo from firstly to secondly, feeling alone, but what they don't know is, I'm so done they can't see that I've been through it so I can at least try to help them
im not sure if im depressed i mean im not sad but im not exactly happy either I can laugh and joke and smile during the day but sometimes when im alone at night i forget how to feel. The truth of how we all feel