Depression changes you.
- Friend: you want some of this food?
- Me: I already ate.
- Head: I haven't eaten in days.
- Friend: Are you okay?
- Me: I'm fine. I'm just tired.
- Head: I'm not fine. I can't take this anymore. Please help me.
- Friend: It's kinda hot in here. I don't know how you always wear long sleeves.
- Me: I'm just always cold.
- Head: I don't want you to see the scars.
- Friend: You sure you're okay? You don't seem yourself.
- Me: I'm okay.
- Head: I just want to die.
- Friend: Are you better? you know..with everything.......
- Me: Yes, I'm way better.
- Head: I've never been worse.
