who does?
i dont know happy.
maybe i'm supposed to, maybe depression doesnt work exactly like that.
but i know what im supposed to feel, i just dont feel it.
however i do feel.. like i hate everyone.
like im public enemy number one.
like im the biggest %$!#up ever and everyone knows and hates me for it.
and then theres that part of me that keeps telling me that theres a way out, and that i should take it.. i think ithats just the depression.
or is it me?
its a part of me but seeing as its taken over my whole life, id say the borders between normality and illness are getting even fuzzier.

i wish my head werent so messy.