I'm going to be extremely blunt about this. Does it depress anyone else that we're going to be gone? Have you ever just sat for a full day and felt how quickly time passes you and there's nothing you can do about it? There's so many hours in a day but so much to do. Yet there aren't enough hours in the day and we have nothing to do. If we all just stopped one day what would happen? In every group of friends there is that one who is mildly entertaining but is just there to make it an even crowd. It goes unnoticed when we leave the room, we get talked over and ignored often. And we don't truly mean anything we just exist. We tried to turn to ourselves to find an answer. But it's really hard to do when the world is against you and your worst enemies are your mind and mirrors. Welcome United States of Depression&Anxiety&Confusion. It's a lot less like those fancy hotels, with free massages and food; and more like getting thrown into a desert with a brown paper bag over your head and the only people who are there are ones who sell anxiety attacks, fake friends, and adults who pretend to care.