Lately I’ve had a shit ton of crap just crumbling ontop of me. I feel like a punch bag , but wrestling practice never ends. I’m tired of trying , sick of crying. I might be smiling , but inside I’m dying. People act as if depression is something that can be healed by the necessities of a first aid kit.
But depression is much. Much, more than that.
And you can only push someone so far until they break. And I guess tonight, tonight will be my breaking point.