"You can control your life you can snap out of this depression, depression is bullshit and you should tell yourself that."

Yes, I'm bullshit. My depression is bullshit. I feel bad just because I want to. Yes, I only want to feel bad about my life. Yes, I'm spoiled and I just want to wallow in self-pity.

"But you know you fucking get past it you become strong it's your life take the fucking drivers seat and see how far you can go."

And I proclaim my depression over the 'net. Pathetic, yes, spoiled, yes, over-sensitive, yes. Yes, I had all the opportunitues, I had it all. Yes, it is my fault and if I just tried enough I'd be normal and well and fine. I just want to wallow in self-pity.

And if you say I want it, then I'll want it.

And I am not strong?
I shouldn't pay attention. I should just shrug and tell them to piss off. I shouldn't mind. I shouldn't care.

But I do. There's no real reason for that but I do care. I do care when people I care about are labelled incomplete, when they're labelled pathetic, when illnesses they can't finght on their own are labelled just a something they imagined. I do fucking care.
Because it doesn't matter that I'm a spoiled fuck, that's irrelevant but I fucking won't let people mess with those I care about.

I fucking won't think of them as incomplete, as spoiled, as pathetic and I won't let you think that either.

Because depression is an illness. And no, you can whine however much about your life if you want, if you're not depressed I won't give a shit. Because of course you can whine and of course I will listen but I fucking won't forgive if you start wallowing in self-pity. I will care the moment you're depressed. Because that's different. It has nothing to do with self-pity.

I don't sit home all day thinking that my life sucks. I sit home all day trying to be alive, trying to get out of bed, trying to fight the everyday life I can't face. I don't whine about my life to random people except when I'm more than pissed off. I simply don't have the energy to scream how tired I am and how bad I feel and how difficult everything is. I don't have the energy to even think that no one loves me and life sucks because I couldn't afford a new blouse.
I can't affrod that. I can't afford to be angry and I can't afford to let myself feel too much and I can't afford to read stupid opinions about how depression doesn't even exist. Because doing the latest pisses me off majorly, and god knows I can use that energy so much better.
And you know what, you haven't ever been depressed. You're just bitter and stupid and inconsiderate. If you can fight you 'depression', you expect us all to do that? You think you're oh so smart and oh so strong and we're just unnecessary whiny people who use their 'net pages as therapy. Yeah, right. You stupid ignorant bigot.

(fuck off!)

I won't link the place where I read the above quotes. I don't bother. If you really want to know, I'll e-mail you the address.

(I feel a bit better now.)

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