Sometimes I wish someone would read this, so that they can know what I'm going through. So they can know. So, they can know that I'm not ever okay. So they can ask if I'm okay. So I can know they care. But of course. They don't. And everyone thinks I'm fine. Because I don't show it on my tumblr. They think that I have my occasional lapse, my occasional depression. They don't know that I feel this way every single night. It's become a usual thing, this depression. Because I'm not fine. I'm not. At all. I just wish someone would ask if I'm okay. Because I'm not. I hardly ever am.