Depression. Is it really? I feel bad for myself. Like in previous posts. I'm pathetic. Even rich in apathy. All these years, I am always not there for my friends and family. I am always not a part of their life progress. I might not even be there for myself. I love seeing people happy. More so the feeling of making people happy. I did that. But then it is just once in a blue moon. I've been shutting down myself for a long time; I can't remember since when. I lack the love from people especially family and sisters, not because they don't offer but because I refuse to reach out. It is sickening, yet still I am.
