Sounds like a pain
I still grind my teeth when I think of you.
Nineteen years in and I still contemplate suicide almost every day.
I feel like a fucking liar when I tell my little sister to hold on, don’t let go, it gets easier.
I swear it’s only gotten worse since the day I was born.
Instead of just saying that you’re depressed, describe your feelings to them. Most people don’t really understand what depression is, and you don’t want them to just blow you off.