At night is when the thoughts hit hard…. Depression pelts me like a bag filled with brick and I feel detached from everyone , unwanted, unneeded and alone..
One of the things I hate is that if you aren’t bipolar, OCD, autistic, ect, it’s considered perfectly acceptable to be all “ha ha I look autistic” “feeling a little bipolar today”, but if you actually do have a mental disorder, then god forbid you talk about it, you attention-seeking over-dramatizing romanticizing monster.
this is the realest thing I’ve ever read
I love people because they’re great and they make me feel all happy but I also hate people because they’re awful and they make me feel like shit