I Am A Lowly Person
I guess here is where I will be the most honest, because out of the small amount of people that follow me, I believe only one of them knows me personally.
As you can see I have taken a break from tumblr, this will be my first post from my break. I am back at the request of a friend of mine.
No one will see this.
For no one cares.
I have come to a point in my life where I cannot stop thinking about people, about things, about things that matter to me.
I cannot feel, but think that nothing in this world cares about me, however.
To some, I am not depressed, I am the regular person they believe me to be.
I am not a shipwreck, but I am depressed.
I have two more years to live. May my life be fulfilling.
I am a lowly depressed person. Welcome to my life in standstill.