I had the best night in a while with a special guy. Still smiling
This summer has been a load of depressing days for me. I think I need help, but I haven’t really tried seeking it. Situations and the people in it have made it a bit tough for me. What makes it worse are people that don’t understand: Somehow they think it’s so easy to get over the void one feels during depression, it’s not. Mom and sister know about the depression, but it’s not enough. It’s incredible how the darkness feels, and it’s scary because you don’t know what could happen next. Sleeping it off helps, but again, it doesn’t guarantee anything. I should mention that I’ve started drinking this summer — more than anytime in my life — and it’s a soothing feeling when drunk, it numbs the void inside.
I don’t like sharing this publicly, even though it’s not really public. People don’t know me and it’s useless to even share this. But I feel that somehow writing it here fits. I don’t even want to share this on Facebook with the people I really know. After all it’s my Tumblr, right?
When people say they’re nice, I doubt them a bit: Show me that you’re a good person rather than saying you’re a nice person. More believable.