Part 4 of my depression series.
Featuring a beautiful spirited friend of mine by the name of Zahreh @FuckBoySyndrome
Every morning I’d awake with an intense fear and anxiety that my whole day would result in nothing but negative emotions and fucked up situations. I’d spend the majority of my mornings sitting in the bathtub, crying, praying, and hoping for better days. I missed my bus so many times eventually school became optional. I almost always ended up right back in bed, no better than I was yesterday.