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weird angle there tilted bc...don't think that's quite what Mr. Scorcex wanted to hear lol
I think that it'll be difficult for you to really help your friend. You're so far away. He probably needs someone to get him out of the house and active. When you're busy there's less time to be depressed. And it's always easier to see the brighter side of things if you're doing something simple but enjoyable, like going to the movies with a friend, going for a walk in the park, outdoor things usually help me out.
It sounds like he needs to get out of this terrible family life of his, and move on. Maybe if you keep talking to him, not pushing it but letting him know he has a good friend he can talk to, and trying slowly to make him see things clearer.
As long as he can't get away from his parents, he should find something he enjoys doing. If his mom doesn't care whether he gets a job or studies, why doesn't he join a club or start a class, an activity that's not work oriented and that he does for enjoyment. He might not get it right first choice round, but if he perseveres, a hobby could turn into a life-long passion and give him that much needed direction. I reckon he needs to start small and move from there. It's very hard to pull out of a depression. So maybe he doesn't have to go to college or get a job just yet. He probably needs to like himself a lot more first.
Hope I didn't rant too much...good luck with your friend. Just be there for him is all I can say.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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