I started being really depressed when I was 22...and I had my reasons...and trust me, there were times when I thought so intense about suiciding...:| but I was just too scared to do it...If I had the guts to do it I would have escaped all those problems and ...thoughts and everything...So I didn`t do it...but "La vitta NON e bella" la vita e una merda! Life is shit! Life is a frickin bitch! There are moments when I feel like going into woods and scream my lungs out until I have no more lungs left...just start screaming and scream for as long as I can...Imagine 7 years now with NO happy day...not even ONE! Yeah, it was a happy day when my niece was born but shit, from the day my sis got pregnant all I could think of was:"Oh, poor mom she didn`t get to see her first grandchild" and on every small happy moment I get more depressed ...I have a weird ability to transform small happy moments in small depression moments...
Ufff...someone stop me from writing!