We Heart It: A Short Story

I'm getting a bit sick of how beautiful my depression is supposed to be . It's been glamourised by now , to the point where even the sane ones are wearing black eyeshadow and calling themselves suicidal . I ,in no way , mean to cheapen anyone's aesthetic .You go girl .Listen to Lana Del Rey and exploit your " We Heart It " app .But just realise , that depression does not give you an edge over others . And more over , please don't make it an essential component of every "beautiful " girl.Because ,depression ,at its rawest , is anything but .There is nothing glamorous about feeling worthless ; nothing aesthetically appealing about the simple fact , that no matter what you do and who you talk to , you feel lonely . And movies , books and songs have been convincing advocates of the fact that , one fine day , a boy will drop by , admire your demons and then save you from them .