Dear... Universe
How do you make true friends? Is there such a thing? Are friends more than people to vent to? More than cherry shakes and jokes? Are friends more than people who leave you behind?
I've questioned this over and over in my mind, but the same thing comes to lap around my brain. Why do all my friends, at some point, use me? Take advantage of the gifts I give, a gift for not leaving my side, and my effort.
Why does depression hurt friendships? Probably because depression is scared of commitment. And wishes of nothing but to hide, like my fella anxiety, but in a way that genuinely, protects, shields you. Think about it, universe.
Anxiety's purpose is to protect you from getting hurt, right? Depression must be similar, right? Wrong. Or right. In the end it doesn't matter though, depression and anxiety will be a part of you forever.
So in the end, why question it?