Eating out the life of depression on my own. 

Im not normal and I like being weird

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This blog had been created recently due to unwanted readers, that is my friends and people who knew me. I seriously dislike when they read my blog.

Im always depressed despite of my always smiling face

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So, tonight.

My favorite lecturer, Mr H, texted me and talked about him going to do gym upcoming next semester. and I was like "Why's he saying this shit to me all of the sudden?"

He was saying how much he's gaining weight and he's tummy are all beer belly. That's funny to me tho. Then he was saying how was he going to be like this actor, i don't really know who.

I thought for a second, maybe he really wanted to do gym like me. So i was saying how i wanted to do gym too next semester and i was stress bout' my family pushing me bout' my weight and all. Then Mr H saying that he was actually encouraging me to lose weight without being so overthinking.

I think... No. I believed that i felt better, even tho it was a slightest feeling, but yeah. I felt a lil' better talking to Mr H. Sometimes it suprises me that everytime I felt distressed or depressed or sad or shit, he will suddenly come to my rescue with such funny texts.

Im quite lucky now, to have someone I could talk to. My night have been peaceful recently. I could sleep without crying at night thinking that Im useless.

I hoped for the better me.


Bye all you nightwalkers.

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