Everyone you pass in the street has their own life and family and thinks of them self as the protagonist in their own life, but you don’t care about each other This isn’t anything new but it’s kind of strange how everyone sees themself as the main character but nobody else cares
depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”