inside my head

And why do you think it didn’t work out with him?”
“He got inside my head. He didn’t care for my heart.
—  An Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write // JustScribbledWords
Depression is hard to explain. But I’ll. try anyway.
You see. It’s like a disease. It tears you a part.
The activities you loved doing like video games, sports, watch youtubers, designing things, draw. It doesn’t matter.
You can’t find any joy in it anymore. You don’t smile much because there isn’t a reason to you think.
It doesn’t matter how good you have it.
Depression makes everything worthless and hopeless. It can make you do many things.
Some people are cured from the disease, to others it can be lethal.
It’s sad isn’t it?