#forevermad

A volte penso di essere germofobica e asesessuata, a volte la mia libido raggiunge livelli estremi. Tutto molto normale...

Loneliness is everyone but you.

Okay, I can't! I just can't! I've been brewing in anger for who knows how long and I'm about to pop. There's always something I'm mad about and I decided today is officially going to be rant day for me. Today's topic of rage: Self-diagnosed depressive people who are wrong about it. Before I begin, I'd like to say that this all started with a friend who I now hate with passion (mostly her pissing me off a gosh darn lot) . She decides to willy nilly say she's so called 'depressive' for no reason, none whatsoever. I know this because she says it's fun. Having been suicidal and depressive once, I know it's not fun and it just made me want to spit fire. Depression is a serious fucking topic and it leads to suicide a whole fucking lot (more than it should!) and for her to say it's 'oh gosh darn fun' just makes me see red. Bitch, you're having a pity party. Grow up.