Is it common for people suffering from severe depression to think about murderous thoughts? I know it’s all my fault, but I hate seeing others happy while I’m sulking in my depression. Going outside feels like hell seeing people be happy, I hate them. Going online seeing people post about their favourite show or place makes me angry. It’s getting harder to hide the cuts. I only have one friend left and he’s online. I’ve pushed all of my in person friends away hoping they don’t get involved, but I ended it in such a shitty way they’re probably thankful I’m out of their life. I’m thinking of buying a centipede. It’s not as obvious and it looks cool. At least it’s not me hurting myself, it’s my pet.