while blasting deathcore
Definitely one of Manilla Road's worst songs.
No real friends, no real lovers, eat in restaurants / drink in bars alone, live with an uncle that hates my guts, blood pressure, tinnitus, gout, live expensively (blow money on hookers/plane tickets) so have little savings...but I give 0 fucks, have 0 anxiety/fears/worries (have meds for everything except that cuz don’t need it), I laugh it all off, and sleep like a baby just lie down and doze off instantly, wake up and walk around like a badass, drink beer/girly cocktails and blast deathcore
Well generally you're not depressed for no reason. You're depressed for a reason that you either don't know, or don't want to find.