Dear Depression,

You are there when I wake up every morning. You are the reason I count down hours until I can sleep again and have an escape from you. You make me feel guilty for being so ungrateful for feeling this way when other people have it worse than me. You remind me of how much of a failure I am. You tell me my mother wishes she had someone else, a daughter she could've felt proud of. You turn me into a person that takes all the fun out of a room. A person who people can't wait to get away from. You make me an attention-seeker, constantly needing help from people. You make me feel apathetic. You rob me of the ability to form good memories. You make me see fun things as a chore. You make me unlovable. You make me want to quit. You make me see no point. You make me hate myself.

From the bottom of my heart- fuck you,

Sarah