I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
Someone who means a lot to me hurt my feelings real bad when I told her how I was feeling. "How can you be depressed if you're so happy all the time?" And I just shook my head and said, "you're lucky you don't know the answer to that question.
Don't tell me to be happy when you're the only thing that can do that. You are the only thing that matters to me anymore. I'd give it all up in a heartbeat just to see you because screw all this I'm not happy without you