depression was never so serious for me.
one on hand, life feels pointless. but on the other hand, death is equally as pointless. why bother doing either, besides I'd at least like to accomplish a few things before dying.
after a point, I just laughed it off. it was a pointless thought process.
it's interesting how people deal with it. using Luna as a coping mechanism seems a bit extreme. why care so much about these unhappy feelings?