These are not my friends at all.

Those folks who are my friends don't really understand me at all. But do they need to? I felt barren again after they shot their opinions at me. Depression is something that other people do to me. They're the beings that undermine positivity. They're all around me, but I choose to listen to their angry words.

And does it matter what they think and say? They've their own problems, which I have no concept of, to bring them down?