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Me neither. It's gotten to the point where I can't stand to be around happy people at times. I'm glad for them, but I'm jealous. And I absolutely hate when people say that they're depressed when their dad yells at them or they're dealing with some temporary problem.
And life isn't what you make of it when you have a chemical imbalance. It bothers me when people try to understand depression when they haven't experienced it.
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Why?
That's a shame... there are so many things to like.
Name some.
^Kittens and rainbows and chocolate chip cookies and hot nasty sex.
Life is whatever you make it.
Me neither. It's gotten to the point where I can't stand to be around happy people at times. I'm glad for them, but I'm jealous. And I absolutely hate when people say that they're depressed when their dad yells at them or they're dealing with some temporary problem.
And life isn't what you make of it when you have a chemical imbalance. It bothers me when people try to understand depression when they haven't experienced it.
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