Fuck you Depression. Get the fuck away from me goddammit. Why do you refuse to acknowledge how much I despise you? All you ever want to do is envelope me in misery. Its not fun. I don't enjoy it. Get lost. I succomb to your awfulness and begin to dislike literally everything around me. You're not only hurting me, but also my family, friends, coworkers, and anyone else that has the pleasure of speaking to me. Whenever you get your little desires to fuck with my life, I lose people, I lose parts of myself and I lose time wasting it on trying to destroy you. I'm actually losing money because of you. Losing love, losing lust, losing everything that's good in my life. Why me? Why can't you go fuck with someone else instead? I don't deserve this. I never did anything to justify being treated like a useless piece of garbage. All I want is to be content. Not even happy. Just content. Why is that so much to ask??? I have a husband and two children who rely on me. I have people who look up to me and if they see me fall apart, what will happen to them? You have fucked up my entire life and therefore fucked up the lives of my children. You have destroyed whatever fantastic people they could have been. Seriously...what is it going to take to get you rot in hell you asshole motherfucking bastard depression? I hate you.
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I went to view your blog and it told me there is an extreme content warning.... i was like so what that's just who Casey is!
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