Don't tell me to talk to people.
Talking to people makes me feel worse.
It's also entirely redundant. There's nothing wrong with my life. I've got friends who genuinely care for me, I've got a close family, and someone I love more than anything.
The only real problem in that equation is me. My outlook, and the fact that everyone I interact with is immediately worse off for knowing me. And it can't be solved.
I don't WANT to feel better, not if it means that I'm just going to put off feeling this low for a year. And that's what will fucking happen.
There's a history of depression in my family, my dad's side at least. I've inherited something very similar to his personality. I've seen how much he makes everyone else suffer as a result of his depression. I don't want that to become a feature of my life, nor anyone elses. And he doesn't know he's doing it. Meaning I won't either.
If I go on living, I'm going to keep wanting to kill myself. And that's going to keep fucking happening through my life, there's nothing I can do to change it other than constant psychiatric appointments or constant medication, and I am never ever letting myself become dependant on anything like that, I find it abhorrent. I already hate myself enough as it is, if I live off that it'll make me hate myself even more.
I know it'll affect other people negatively, but just me going on fucking living and going through this every fucking year or two or three is going to mean me fucking suffering. There's nothing anyone can do about it, and I just wish they could fucking see that. Every single fucking person who's known about it has tried their best to help me, and they're all beautiful, amazing people and I love them to bits, but it won't work. It won't, because I can't be helped. I HAVE accepted it before, and it worked... temporarily. There is no fucking permanent cure and I don't want to live it it means this will keep on happening, and that's a fucking certainty.