Talk:Kick/@comment-5514507-20140123045801

Those messed up moods you get in sometimes when everything is a black swirling spiral of depression and you feel dead on the inside and maybe it would be best to be dead but you aren't and you can't bring yourself to do it because you're literally so depressed that you don't want to even move. Those moods are the worst. Those moods are what make people end their lives and give up their fights because they have nothing left to live for and they don't enjoy even their favorite activities. Why does depression even exist? Is it a tool from Satan himself sent to destroy humanity one emotion at a time, starting with happiness and joy and humor and confusion and anger until finally killing everything but the sadness that remains in your bones and deep in your soul, twisting your stomach into a knot as you cry silently away from all other beings? Or is it the fatal flaw of humans, the insecurity rising like a silent killer until it captures its prey, simply killing it instantly when it reaches its dark peak? Maybe no one shall ever know, for the ones that have suffered the most are the ones who are gone.