“You can at least pretend to be happy.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone what you were going through?”
“You did this to yourself?”
“Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? What got you in such a state?”
“Do you need help? Professional help?”
“Well, to me it just looks like you’re being lazy.”
“You can’t be afraid of everything. I bet you’re just doing this to be interesting.”
“Why do you always want to have all the attention? Everyone gets depressed. Get over it.”
“You’re going to have to get over yourself sometime soon. You can’t just sit around doing nothing forever.”
“You just take some meds and it’s gone, right? Don’t be so difficult.”
“You’re trying to tell me you’re one of those crazy people? Don’t be ridiculous, you’re fine!”
“You look much better today! Are you feeling better?”
“Why have you been hiding this for years?”
“You could’ve told me you felt like this.”
“Trust me, I hate myself more than you do, so yelling at me really isn’t going to change anything!”
“Do you ever think of, you know, ending it…? You need to be honest with me.”
“Stop making everything about you all the time. You’re so selfish.”
“Is there anything you don’t have difficulty with? You’re being so precious.”
“I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry.”
“I can tell you you’re not alone, because I’ve felt like this too.”
“You’re being so hard on yourself.”
“I don’t know why I do it. The pain just stops me from feeling so empty for a while.”
“You tried to kill yourself…? When?! Oh god…”
“I don’t think I will get better. I felt the same five years ago and I’ve spoken to plenty of therapists in the meantime. I think it’s just a part of who I am.”
“What are you feeling?”
“Don’t give me that. I give myself a hard enough time already. Harder than you could possibly imagine so PLEASE just leave me alone.”
“I know there’s nothing I can say to make it better, so maybe you should just let me hug you for a while?”
