#iAmNotCompetitive

[nic-because-gay]

Anyone else with depression feel a sick sense of accomplishment when you get a new high score on the depression pop quiz at the doctor’s office? Like, it’s twisted that I feel accomplished when I score high enough the nurses all look at me like I’m about to shatter in front of them and they treat me with kid gloves. “Fuck you, depression!” I scream in my head. I am so fucked up they all think I’m going to die right now but here I am, still alive. I win.