Dear world,

You don’t understand depression. I am not using it as an excuse to “blow off what I have to do.” I am not just saying that I’m depressed so people pity me or let it slide when I don’t do something.

I can’t get out of bed in the morning. I can’t fathom going to class and dealing with people. I cry thinking about it. I cry in my bed for an hour. I finally get out of bed. Coffee. Crying. Breakfast. Crying.

I get to school and act like nothing’s wrong.

I tell my friend that I skipped a class this morning and he calls me a lazy bum.

Shut the fuck up. Before you make assumptions, ask why I didn’t go. Ever think that I honestly just couldn’t handle it? That maybe I didn’t go because I’m to the point where the tiniest little thing could bring me to my melting point?

People need to learn not to make assumptions. I’m sick of it.

Depression isn’t laziness.

I give up.