*harem of minions, but from despicable me

I want my friends to know that I love them dearly, I really do. I just don't see a good ending to all of this. Sorry.

Fast forward over a decade and a half later and I'm still here, still living this dreadful life in terror of my own shadow, eaten from the inside by anxiety and anguish every day. It never got better, sometimes it just doesn't.

When I was 14 I made a pact with myself that I wouldn't live past 18 years. And why would I? All I've ever known is mental anguish and abandon, it's not like this life had ever showed me any redeeming thing, any single thread of hope from which I could hang safely.

I rarely speak up about myself, I don't like to put my problems under a limelight. I've been fighting against my own mind for so long I've almost lost track, but I've been under psychiatric therapy for over a decade now and things never seem to improve, on the contrary, it all seems to get worse.

This is treated as a big reveal, a punch in your guts that's supposed to make you feel for him. The episode came out in 2011, I was 16 when I watched it. I remember stopping in my track and going: "wait, people are supposed to be happy..?"

I think this is where I realized things were really bad.

real

Caustice!!

🤌*meatballs

*gasps*
I'm flabbergasted