i'm twenty-one years old and most days don't seem worth it.
growing up i always had the assumption that these feelings would go away.
that life would become more appealing
that my depression and anxiety would finally stop sleeping over.
no one ever wants to tell you that you don't grow out of depression.
that you learn to wear it like a second skin
they just keep telling you that things will get better
and i want to believe them
so i go home
and watch the clock
and day dream about eventually
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
i'm twenty-one years old and most days don't seem worth it.
growing up i always had the assumption that these feelings would go away.
that life would become more appealing
that my depression and anxiety would finally stop sleeping over.
no one ever wants to tell you that you don't grow out of depression.
that you learn to wear it like a second skin
they just keep telling you that things will get better
and i want to believe them
so i go home
and watch the clock
and day dream about eventually
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