
Cauliflour
The one who doodles.
- Mar 24, 2025
- 168
I probably don't. I mean, I think I would know if I was depressed. Besides, nothing traumatic has happened to me (and any potential trauma was all my fault anyway so it doesn't count) and I try to keep myself reasonably well because if I stop showering and spend 24/7 in my room then people are gonna notice and start being concerned and/or disgusted and it's that stupid human desire to be respected and the fact I want to be reasonably well right now so I can do the things I prioritise in my life. Lately I've been taking a few of these online depression tests, I guess out of curiosity ever since I thought "wait a minute, what if the reason I'm tired all the damn time is because I'm depressed?", and they all either say "yep you got the depression" or "please see a therapist, you probably have depression". Then again I'm terrible at taking personal quizzes because I have no idea who I am personally to begin with so I assume that by my standards I'm not depressed, but to normal people standards, I'm fucking insane. I mean, I've been self harming and thinking of suicide for a good couple of years at this point which is not normal at all but I've become so normalised from my own brain to this that I should draw a graph.
I don't think this does it justice as most of the time I have no idea how I feel. All I really feel nowadays is fine ish, more shitty than usual, oh fuck, a bit happier than usual, anxiety and uhhhhhhhh. Not gonna see a therapist though as they won't understand me and would just piss me off. Besides, I've accepted that this is just my life now and I can somewhat live like this for a good couple years if needed so I guess it's all good. My sex drive has really dipped though, I've noticed that. Being tired all the time is also really fucking annoying. Eh, I'll become numb to this all eventually. Be like that British guy in Deadpool 2016 who can't feel anything but still likes to fuck people over. I think I'll only ever try to act upon my frequent suicidal thoughts if either:
1. this website goes down permanently
2. I really, really fuck up to the point where my future is screwed
3. I become a serial killer and I don't want to face the consequences of my actions ie prison
or hopefully
4. I make all the games and stuff that I want to and have planned so I can rest in peace knowing I've done my purpose in this shit stain of a world.
I'm not a nihilist though, just cynical as fuck and a pessimist to the point where normal, healthy thoughts seem like foreign concepts to me.
I really don't want to end up being depressed though as people won't try to respect me anymore and treat me like a burden and I'll lose motivation to do my only job here so I'll just be wasting my life and I'll be unclean and I'll be ugly and I'll never leave that state of mind because I'm too pathetic to.

I don't think this does it justice as most of the time I have no idea how I feel. All I really feel nowadays is fine ish, more shitty than usual, oh fuck, a bit happier than usual, anxiety and uhhhhhhhh. Not gonna see a therapist though as they won't understand me and would just piss me off. Besides, I've accepted that this is just my life now and I can somewhat live like this for a good couple years if needed so I guess it's all good. My sex drive has really dipped though, I've noticed that. Being tired all the time is also really fucking annoying. Eh, I'll become numb to this all eventually. Be like that British guy in Deadpool 2016 who can't feel anything but still likes to fuck people over. I think I'll only ever try to act upon my frequent suicidal thoughts if either:
1. this website goes down permanently
2. I really, really fuck up to the point where my future is screwed
3. I become a serial killer and I don't want to face the consequences of my actions ie prison
or hopefully
4. I make all the games and stuff that I want to and have planned so I can rest in peace knowing I've done my purpose in this shit stain of a world.
I'm not a nihilist though, just cynical as fuck and a pessimist to the point where normal, healthy thoughts seem like foreign concepts to me.
I really don't want to end up being depressed though as people won't try to respect me anymore and treat me like a burden and I'll lose motivation to do my only job here so I'll just be wasting my life and I'll be unclean and I'll be ugly and I'll never leave that state of mind because I'm too pathetic to.