I am a typical unstable comedian. I frequently cut myself. I abuse alcohol whenever I get the chance. I get anxious and irritated by bad grammar and misspellings. So, understandably, I have a lot of anxiety. I'm a psychedelic mess. But the question I often struggle with the most is: does my depression really matter as long as I can make others happy?
Nice to meet y'all. I'm Wilbur.
This is about depression
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