I am a sad person. Sometimes, I pull away from everything and shut down and I sleep. When I do that, I do not at all want to wake. I hate feeling sad, unambitious, apathetic and nothing. Having said that, it’s the way I usually am.
It matters not if I’m on drugs or not on drugs, drinking or not drinking IT DOESN’T MATTER.
“Why don’t you get on some anti-depressants?”
Number one, that’s none of your fucking business. Number two, I have and all of them either make me more suicidal or fat or fat and more suicidal. Incidentally, I accidentally learned way too much about the brain and how it works for me to EVER put those down my throat unless it was an attempt to lodge them to effect the non-passage of oxygen.