So summer has been awful. Greg won't let me get out of bed I spent most of my life laying here thinking about death. I have been kinda productive the last few days I went shopping with my mum sooo.
Greg is also very unpredictable as I can be happy then all the next moment
No one loves you. There's no point of living. No one cares about you.
Then I'm back in bed thinking about death. It the weirdest thing but I have to deal.
O Kay I know this is weird but this will be my therapy for the moment. I will try to write here everyday so I can see the moments I start recovering.
Okay bye
Nash.
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Greg:My Depression
RandomOkay let's get something clear Greg is NOT a person. I am calling my depression Greg. No offence to any Gregs. I'm strange. WARNING:THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING.
