I woke up this morning, like every other morning, and checked my mood to see how I was feeling. Fuck, no surprise! I feel depressed again.
Here’s what I wrote in my journal today for my depression:
What’s the fuckin point? I don’t wanna get up today. Nothin’s gonna change. I’m fuckin depressed again. I can’t even move. I don’t even care to get up. I don’t give a fuck about anything. There’s no point in even trying because I know nothing will ever change.
I feel like shit. Absolute shit. This sucks! I hate when I’m depressed! I’m not getting up. Who cares anyway? Nobody cares if I get up. Nobody fuckin cares about me. Not one fucking person. I’m just gonna stay here. I can’t move. I gotta get up. But I can’t.
There is no way I wanna see people today. They can all fuck off. See if I care. I don’t care about anyone. What’s the point? Nothing’s gonna change. Nobody understands me. They don’t know what I’m going through. They don’t know how I’m feeling. So fuck them. I know how I feel. I feel like shit. That’s how I feel. Pure fuckin shit. That’s how I feel. I feel like fuckin crap! So fuck that!
What’s the point of doing anything today? There’s just too much to do again. Things will never change. I will still be a fuck up. Everyone will still hate me. I will still have no friends. I can’t keep friends. I have nobody. Everyone hates me. I am disgusting. I have no good traits that people like. I want everyone to go to hell then if they can’t appreciate me. Well fuck them. They can all fuck off. I am not perfect. I am human. Just like them. I deserve to be loved just like them. They can all fuck off. They don’t know how I feel. They don’t know my shit. They know nothing!
So I’m not getting up. There’s no fuckin point! Why don’t they get it! Do you think I’m making this shit up? Do you think I like this fuckin shit? No, I fuckin hate it. You try living in my fuckin body for a day. See how you like it. You’ll see I’m not making this shit up. It’s real! And I fuckin hate it. You’d fuckin hate it too. You can’t fake this shit!
What does your depression want to say to you today? Go write about it. Get that shit out!
