Dear... My Friends Who Don't Understand
It's not easy being me. God, it's absolute hell if I'm being honest. You say you're my friends, yet you never listen, or try to understand what I'm going through. I. Have. Depression. It's not contagious, worry not. It just means that I have a harder time being happy than most people. I've been medicated, shrinked, told "Everything will be okay" but it won't. Stop lying to me. I'm sick of the lies. Those lies make everything worse because I expect them to be true. I'll wait and wait and wait to get better, but IT NEVER HAPPENS. I know, "You're always smiling!" or "You look so happy!" but I'm an actress, it's what I do. I'm not happy, my smiles are all fake. Because I don't want to bring you guys down...
So, don't tell me I'm fine, because I'm not. I never have and never will be 'fine'.