depression

Ever feel like you’re going through the motions, but something feels empty? That when you smile at others, it’s just hollow and completely devoid? That your smile is so automatic, just out of habit and not of anything else. You keep existing, but you’re not sure if it’s because you want to. You’re just there, a glaring example of imperfection.

You’re not alone. I hope we both feel better, in time. That we both affirm our desire to exist. That we fill what feels so empty.

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