Bevendre

I hate being depressed.
Having the feeling of absolute uselessness and knowing that it’s not true.
Feeling like I can’t and shouldn’t do anything because it will only go wrong, and knowing that that feeling is wrong.
Being unable to move because I can’t find the motivation or purpose to do so, but knowing that I have to or that I should.
The part I hate the most though, is that no one close to me pays enough attention or seems to care.  Those that have known me the longest don’t take the time to see that something may be wrong.  The people who do notice though, who do care, are always so far away even if they’re always there.