"The depression won't ever go. It lingers like bad perfume on the collars of my shirts, like deep oil stains on the knees of my jeans. It lingers and ferments and becomes a noxious intoxicant that poisons my soul. The depression is on my flesh, in my bones, in my blood and on my mind. It is me, and I am it."

I didn't know someone could write exactly how I felt without really knowing me at all- ErgoAtlas

this'll pass

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