I am blessed with friends who care about me. If I feel hopeless–if I feel like my life is not worth continuing, my friends will speak out to me–this I know. But not everyone is so sure about their friends. Not everyone knows their value. I wish I could personally tell everyone the world over that they are valuable beyond words. I wish I could make every human see that they are important. No one should ever question their value. No one should ever feel they don’t belong.
But there are those who do struggle. There are those who feel hopeless, despite the number of friends they can count. Depression is real. Listen to me; Depression is real. No matter what some may say, depression is not a sign of weakness. Andrew Tate, you’re a fucking ignorant asshole. And I’m happy you’ve never fallen to the illness that is depression. I wouldn’t wish depression on anyone, even you. A lot of people are bashing you now, because you’re fucking stupid. I’m bashing you, too, because not only are you a fucking loser on a loser prime time program, but you’re fucking stupid enough to think your opinions mean a goddamned thing in the grand scheme of things.
You are not cute. Some stupid dudes at least have their looks to fall back on, but you do not. I wouldn’t fuck you for ten million dollars. And believe me, that is your loss, you fucking ignorant monkey fucker.
Have fun being irrelevant.