How Emotions Mix

Sun, 09/18/2016 - 02:30 -- rexiusm

The hardest thing to do is get up.

out of the hole, or on some peoples minds, out if bed.

When you sleep you have no worries, you can dream away; but reality is still there.

Thats how depression is though, not wanting to do anything cause you know you will screw it up.

Good thing I also have Anxiety to remind me that people are relying on me and if i dont get up im screwed.

I'm screwed either way in my mind, but I get up cause I know I have some sort of a place in the world;

I dont know it yet, but its there-somewhere.

And if i ever feel down, I just get up again later.



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