Oh, fuck, congratulations, you're overdosed!

Now the patheticness is at his high

est level, vital signs high, positiveness low, very low.. From what we went thro
ught last chapter, we're depressed. We feel all the world is againts us, the nat
ure is conspiring, because everything until now in our life, has gone horribly w
rong, we want to kill ourselves, we want to aliviate the pain, we want it to be
fast, we hate everyone, we are sad about everything, we miss somethings. We miss
her. We hate her.We love her. We wanna see her. We want her to die and never se
e her again. we want us to die with the hope there's no afterlife where we will
still be crying for her. I hate it. We shouldn't be going through this... It's t
o hard to be like this. Most of us have friends that suppourt them throught this
stage. They say that there is no reason to be like this. we say that they don't
know what we're going through. we're wrong. They freaking know because it's in
their nature, the reason why they say that there's no reason to be like this is
because they go to the next stage already... The ext stage iss the best thing ab
out depression, if you're reading this and you are a rocker (that is the only re
ason why you rea untiol this chapter) you know this feeling. It's you againts th
e world, againts nature, againts her, and you're winning, because you don't care
, and you're happy like that, because all the world is at your feet because ever
ything is shit, and you have no bussines dealing with shit. The bad thing about
this is that you stll love her, and even thought you act ike you don't care abo
ut her, it is the most important thing in your life, but at the same time you ha
te her because you know you entered into your depression because of her, even th
ought you know it isn't directly her fault. This is the state where all day you
act like a freaking badass, smoking, "drowning your sorrows", you write awsome s
ongs, you are in some way happy hating the world, but at nights aloe in your bed
room you cry becausse you know your life is not as good because you suffer in th
e inside, and the only thing that you want now in your love is to die fst and no
t painfully, becaue you're still depressed, and your feelings and emotions re a
mess, and you still hate your life because you lamentably know that there is not
much you cn do about it, and you're scared because you know that that feeling i
s eating you from the inside, you don't need anybody but at the same time you ne
ed her. This is the very very thin ine that separates love from madness and deli
rium. Depression. Overdose. Death. They don't sound so bad now, right?