insult to injury, you ended it with telling me to pray.

We tried to talk about depression.

But you only told me I need to try, to start taking steps. I know that much, I didn't need you to tell me that. Logically, I know all of that. I've tried. I sit down to do the things I need to do, but I can't.

It's hard. I'm worried and scared and I feel vulnerable and confused.

It would be nice to never wake up.

God, I sound so fucking dramatic and stupid, shut up.