I was on the brim of committing suicide, but then I had an epiphany. If I did kill myself, this fucking bitch I work with who I fucking HATE would go around saying shit trying to sound smart when shes not: "I saw it coming, I could tell he was depressed from the way he never talked or smiled and stuff like that on most days, maybe he was even bipolar since he did seem happy some days, I know this because I'm a psych major."

Then everyone would go "oh wow I wish I could have noticed that in him" and they would all be amazed at her "intelligence." She doesn't fucking know me, I never talk to her because she's a stupid bitch.

I read somewhere that as you become more and more intelligent, you become less and less happy as well (hence 'ignorance is bliss'). This is just my theory, but I think all depressed people are incredibly intelligent in a certain area. You probably know what that area is, fucking pursue it! I'm not not suicidal anymore because I've realized I'm a fucking great person in this cesspool of shit called Earth.