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Yep.
That seems about right.
It’s the same thing imagining myself one month in the future.
Indeed…
I dunno how to be me and happy. Sometimes I think my identity is depression.
with depression you exist and without it … you are a black hole of nothing …. truth be told
Man, I remember back in middle school when I felt “normal”… Now it gets really hard to do anything and I don’t know if anyone besides my family cares for me.