thefisherking

I know I shouldn't take other people's opinions personally. But a friend recently made a post about how no one really likes summer. I have seasonal depression. I fucking love summer. It's the only time of year I get to be myself. Sure I've been sad during the summer or depressed but most of the time I'm myself. And all these people saying they love Fall and Winter make me feel sometimes like they like when I'm dying. When bits of me fall off like leaves or I'm barren of emotion and except the will to die. When I just want to curl up and die. I've begged for death before. To go off to the Nevermore. No one ever listened. No one ever does. No one is listening now.