When Depression Hits at 12:30AM

It's 12:30 in the fucking morning, and I'm about .2 seconds from balling my eyes out. Scratch that. The waterworks have begun. Why?  I couldn't tell you.  That's the worst fucking part. One of the hardest parts of depression is knowing something is wrong, but not knowing what that something is.  You don't know how … Continue reading When Depression Hits at 12:30AM

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