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I always thought it was being sad and stuff, but my own experience is so different than this.
I am not happy, but I am not sad, and I am fine most of the time. I just don’t want anything, but what I know I am supposed to want. I feel like a zombie in some ways. I’ll buy something expensive sometimes, just to feel something, because there really is nothing I want for the sake of wanting it.
Every year or so something breaks in me. It’s like a progressive thing where I almost become a social recluse. Fueled with sleepless nights and alcohol abuse to try and get to sleep. I focus on work like crazy and just decide to ignore everyone that actually cares about me.
I don’t want to see them, I don’t want to talk to them, I don’t want to hear about them. And the more I try to ignore them, the more I feel guilty about it, the deeper I sink.
Sometimes, often, I feel that they are dragging me down a worst path, resent them for it, and yet, they are the ones who always end up digging me up from the hole I dug for myself. And I love them for it at that point. Things will get better until it happens again.
Thank you for reading my blog post, what is it like for you depressed Kiwis?
I am not happy, but I am not sad, and I am fine most of the time. I just don’t want anything, but what I know I am supposed to want. I feel like a zombie in some ways. I’ll buy something expensive sometimes, just to feel something, because there really is nothing I want for the sake of wanting it.
Every year or so something breaks in me. It’s like a progressive thing where I almost become a social recluse. Fueled with sleepless nights and alcohol abuse to try and get to sleep. I focus on work like crazy and just decide to ignore everyone that actually cares about me.
I don’t want to see them, I don’t want to talk to them, I don’t want to hear about them. And the more I try to ignore them, the more I feel guilty about it, the deeper I sink.
Sometimes, often, I feel that they are dragging me down a worst path, resent them for it, and yet, they are the ones who always end up digging me up from the hole I dug for myself. And I love them for it at that point. Things will get better until it happens again.
Thank you for reading my blog post, what is it like for you depressed Kiwis?
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