Not A Depression Nor Burden

It doesn't hurt to see pictures of my friends having fun without me. I feel nothing; not being an egotistical bitch whatnot. I don't need effort to distance myself from them because I am THAT heartless. Appreciation for friendship, I don't have. I don't value common things as how other people would. Again, I am heartless. The effort of having a real friend doesn't seem to cross my mind. It's just me; not other people.

I will die alone.

I am aware of that.

But that doesn't bother me at all. I am not different; I just don't want to be common.

Speaking of today, not a good day. I don't think I should be depressed; what is depression? Should I cut myself? Should I starve myself? Should I not talk to people? Should I break things? Should I throw tantrum? Should I get a shoulder to cry on?

You know my answer: NOT WORTH IT. Been there, done that, back to square one.

And I don't think I should add more pain to myself by telling you what happened. The pain ended 4 hours ago. It's time for me to wake the fuck up and study for my fucking midterm.

Fuckity yeah.

Depressed but still narcissistic!
(And eww to my muscular neck)