searching for a guide through life

Depression is a bitch. I had been doing fine. Happy almost. And it’s like once I stopped moving, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Will I ever get over this? I’ve felt this way on and off for more than 15 years. I remember being ten years old feeling this way. Back then people just described me as moody or having issues. But now I know. What kind of child gets depression? It’s almost like this is just who I am. And that statement right there kills me. I wish I could turn to sex to make me feel better, but that doesnt work anymore. Lately I’ve been thinking about drugs but when is that ever the solution? I’d drink but I’d be confined to getting drunk alone in this crappy motel room. I guess it’s just keep moving or sleep. C’est la vie. Well atleast my “vie” that is.

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