Depression isn’t leaving. It always gets back. I managed to get rid of anxiety, that doesn’t matter. The world is still a dull, empty dark grey place. I know I will die without having done anything for mankind and honestly, I don’t fucking care.
Stop thinking. Come, I’ll give you a hug and we’ll sit next to the railway watching the night sky together. You don’t need to think. Just relax and watch the train pass by.