Sometimes I really should learn to not ask questions I don't wish to know the answers to.
Bitter, bitter irony.
I should have never gone on antidepressants. I should've remained the damaged person I was, because at least he wasn't finding out things about his life that made him even more miserable.
He could live in blissful ignorance punctuated by depression, but blissful ignorance all the same.
Eh, no one reads this crap anyway. We're all here to see the pretty girls. Who gives a shit what I say or think.
Bitter, bitter irony.
I should have never gone on antidepressants. I should've remained the damaged person I was, because at least he wasn't finding out things about his life that made him even more miserable.
He could live in blissful ignorance punctuated by depression, but blissful ignorance all the same.
Eh, no one reads this crap anyway. We're all here to see the pretty girls. Who gives a shit what I say or think.