Life. My life right now as people see it is good because I am happy but it doesnt mean just because Im happy my life is good. How can it be good when Im with them. How can it be good when Im alone I think ways of killing myself. How can it be good when everytime I see and talk to them my chest is tighter and heavier. Life can be fake with what people see in us. Life can be deceive by just a smile and they would not care if your hurt or sad because you smiled and smiling is an indicator that you are fine or least they thought you are.
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Depression
RandomSome of the qoutes aren't mind and some of them are mine. Qoutes about love and depression and some other things.
