i just want to clarify a few things...1. i know that depression is a chemical imbalance, i've sat through enough psychology classes to realize that by now...2. i dont drown it in alcohol or drugs (i drink maybe once a month and almost always with company)...3. there are only a few people in my life who know what i'm going through and he's begging me to get help.

i can get my good days and i can get my bad days. i can be dr. jekyll and mr. hyde and i pity anyone who puts up with me on those days. right now i'm having a good day and it's hard to judge if i really need help or not. i get this feeling of "why admit i need help when i'm doing just fine?" let me tell you, it makes it a whole lot easier to talk to someone when you have no freaking clue of who they are and they have no idea what the hell you look like in return. that's the reason i posted this here...i doubt any of you are going to hunt me down just to see what my ugly mug looks like. maybe it was just an "i need sleep" induced state of depression. am i a freak? probably

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