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That’s what people don’t understand about depression. You don’t have to have a shitty life to want to kill yourself. You don’t have to have an abusive mother or an absentee father to be angry with them. You can have a good job and still want to kill yourself. You can have two loving parents and still want to slit your wrists. You can have a faithful lover and still want to chase a bottle of pain killers with a bottle of vodka. You can have bright eyes and a sweet smile with perfectly straight teeth and still want to thrust your face through the mirror every time you look in it. You can have a full bank account and a full stomach and still feel so empty that a gust of wind could knock you down. Depression has very little to do with what people have in front of them and more to do with what they have (or don’t) inside of them. You can have a good day and still want to kill yourself. You can laugh so hard your sides hurt and still want to fasten a noose in your closet. You can be loved every way you ever wanted to be loved and still feel your bones gnawing at your flesh from the inside out. It doesn’t need to make sense and believe me, we know. The guilt eats us alive. We don’t always have it the worst. We don’t all have repressed memories of our uncles touching us or hidden bruises from our alcoholic step-fathers. Depression isn’t that simple. Your cards aren’t always the worst, but sometimes your best option is still to fold.
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When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
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