I just really can’t be fucked with any of it. Like, everyone has reasons. Think about it, why do you go to work? to school? Because you have a reason to. All my life, i’ve believed there had to be a reason for depression. But I have no idea what is bringing this on. Sure, I have a few friends, I can laugh, I can play, whatever. I’m a decent worker. But still, everyday the thought gets stronger and stronger, why am I doing this? Â I mean really. I wake up, I get dressed, I have breakfast. But only because it has become something of […]