Do you feel?

You know what I'm really sick of?
People telling me how I should or shouldn't feel.
Yes. I struggle with depression. I have for a while now, & I am at peace with that.
Sure, I can put on a happy face. But guess freaking what.
I can't just make myself be happy.
Not on those low days.
There's just no physically possible way to do so.
It's my body's fault. Not my brain's.
I can't just choose how I'm gonna feel every morning.
I have had to learn to deal with it though. To move on with my life.
But it's almost always there.
Still, sometimes in the mornings, I can't get out of bed. I don't see a point.
My parents have literally had to resort to dragging me out.
I'm sick of self-righteous people who think they know what the frick they're talking about.
They just don't.
Not when everything's been handed to them on a gilded, shiny, effing silver platter their whole life.
But whate'er. They can do what they want.
In other news.
I get to spend all day tomorrow begging several of my teachers to give me a good grade.
Joy.
I hate brown-nosing
But! I successfullly took care of all of my attendance problems.
Thanks to some generous help from my doctor!
Now I just need to pass those classes.
Grr.. curse you.... World!