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I think depression is one of the worst types of sicknesses. It’s one that you feel responsible for, so then you feel guilty about being sad and then you feel even more guilty and so forth. It’s also exhausting; you either get too much sleep or never enough. The tired daze making life evermore lackluster and therefore more depressing. Telling someone you’re depressed is embarrassing, so it’s usually out of the question until you’ve suffered for weeks, for months, for years on end. Then the help doesn’t necessarily always help. It sucks. I’m not saying I’m depressed or anything. I’m just an angst-filled teen mentally over exaggerating my momentary sadness, theorizing the possibility of feeling this incomprehensible weight everyday of my life. I really hope those people have a happy tomorrow eventually.