I guess it’s good people think I’m really happy. Even my best mates. But I’m not. I’m so miserable all the time. I honestly don’t know what the point is. If my depression is always going to be here why bother keeping up this act. I’m always so low but no one sees it. Maybe I should swallow all the paracetamol this time 

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