People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the costant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren’t really days; they are just annoying obstacles that’s need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you’re depressed, you grasp onto anything that can get you through the day. That’s what depression is. Not sadness or tears, it’s the overwhelming sense of numbness and the desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next.

insecurity—kills—people: (via insecurity—kills—people)

I heard joke once:
Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed, life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world.
Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.”
Man bursts into tears.
“But doctor,” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”

Rorschach, Watchmen (x) (Alan Moore)

can you hear me? are you near me?
can we pretend to leave and then
we'll meet again
when both our cars collide