Treat yourself. Depressed? So brew yourself a cup of tea and relax with some music and silly blogs on Tumblr. Live in a box under a bridge? Make your suffering obvious, sing for money, and get yourself a nice meal. No one, let alone you, deserves to hate themselves and crave death. If you had a penny for every ounce of beauty in that awesome soul, you would be a millionare. You are a small, curled-up little infant in the middle of a morbid world, whom is being fed love from afar. Good night.