I’m back, again.

It’s been longer than half a year less than a full year since I was on here. I had many adventures on the road, i met my brother, I joined the airforce and then was seperated due to my lovely depression. I have made and lost girlfriends, I have made my way up mountains and across massive plains that are so freaking flat and now I’m home once again. Nothing has changed but myself. Home is exactly how I left it. My old friends are either headed nowhere in life after a very promising future and some people we never thought would make it have pulled it together. It’s interesting to watch honestly. But alas I may have grown and learned coping techniques but once again I find myself alone with no friends. I can’t vent to anyone and I once again am laying here clutching a knife like it’s my lifeline as I think about what my suicide note will say. It’s amazing how people don’t take depression seriously. It’s a disease. It’s a malfunction of an internal organ, the brain. Just like a virus effects your body and you get sick. I too am sick. And there is no cure for me. The last person from my old life.. I asked if we were friends. The answer? Yeah, Ig.. we can shoot the shit if you want but if you’re still depressed then don’t drag me into it… I really just need someone to talk to.