How Grand It Must Be To Be Depressed.

Depressed people have it so easy. How grand is a life of giving up. Lying in your bed, tangled up in the coils of your duvet as the stranglehold of your despondency keeps you down. Your big, brown gown being the only thing that covers your shame. How nice it must be to drink your cup of hot water and lemon. Lying on your back, listening to The Healing by Bloc Party as you stare out the cracks of your shut curtains at the rain soaked windows. Oh, how grand it must be to be depressed.

The ones who have it tough, the ones who are dealt a raw card are the ones that have a smile on their face. The battle to hold onto the curve. The struggle to power a diaphragm fuelled on laughs. The changing of every situation to find the positives, that's what is hard. Silver linings aren't known for their eagerness to be found without a struggle. Positivity isn't famous for being made of solid gold. Happiness isn't invincible. I respect the sunshine children because they're the ones that face darkness the most.
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