I’m happy now because I met so many depressed people since I started this blog a week ago. Isn’t it ironic?
I’m actually smiling.
I spent the whole day yesterday reading depressing stories and it’s so refreshing. There is something genuine in the depressed that I cannot find in fake happy people.
I get so sick of facebook, where all you see is the check-out-how-happy-I-am bullshit:
– see how much I love my husband!
– see how much I love my children!
– see how much I love my dog!
– see how much I love my life!
All this positive crap makes me want to vomit.
They are all blind. They can’t see that life on this planet sucks bigtime.
I love the depressed. They’re authentic. They see clearly.
I love you guys. Thanks for sharing your depressing stories. This was best week I’ve had in a long time.