Die 30, 000 times? i dont even wanna live another life again.
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When you can't open yourself up, you open your legs. Maybe it applies to the recent article on the undergrad that hustles cos of depession. It's not just making money; it could be getting shagged by boyfriends and not getting any joy other than comfort. I wonder if it matters if they know there is nothing wrong with the depression they are having. Having no friends can be better than forcing yourself to fake a front in order to self-consciously connect to jaded folks. Confessions might relieve guilt but it sounds like a plea for acceptance anyway. So what now? Life is unfair-kill yourself or get over it.