A bit of a venty blog

a girl that I was very close with from the ages of 11 to 16 or 17 killed herself on my 25th birthday

I want to remember them. I want to keep remembering them. I want to remember the three of us hanging out on a school trip to Paris when we were fourteen and getting a nice lunch together and then pooling our money to try to make sure we left a tip for the waitress even though we barely had any money to spend. I want to remember walking home from school together and talking about indie bands we’d discovered and how cool they were. I want to remember a time when they were happy and we were friends and we had our whole lives ahead of us.

a girl that I was very close with from the ages of 11 to 16 or 17 killed herself on my 25th birthday

I want to remember them. I want to keep remembering them. I want to remember the three of us hanging out on a school trip to Paris when we were fourteen and getting a nice lunch together and then pooling our money to try to make sure we left a tip for the waitress even though we barely had any money to spend. I want to remember walking home from school together and talking about indie bands we'd discovered and how cool they were. I want to remember a time when they were happy and we were friends and we had our whole lives ahead of us.

I’m currently missing my ex-best friend and feeling stupid about it

I’ve seen some comments on this being like “Oh he’s way too active this isn’t how severe clinical depression works!” which makes me a little sad because implying everyone’s experience of depression must be just like yours is insulting. This comic is about how depression still deeply affects me despite my attempts at a normal life but that it becomes almost mundane, you take a break to cry and scream and feel sorry for yourself but then you have to go back to doing whatever. I have almost no energy but I gotta live.