I thought I was depressed for a long time. I was sad all the time, always hoping for something better, thinking about better times and places. I had no idea then what real depression was.
I am not a good person. I have lied, cheated, and stolen. I am not the person you think I am.
And now I have given up. I have stopped caring what you think about me and I have stopped caring about hiding who I am. Look all you want, I'm not going to lose any more sleep than I already do.