So?

 Every 2 hours

I think of us alone in your bedroom.

 Sex

is nature's best antidepressant.

 I looked at them hipsters

and felt so tired.

 Sadly, I've lost faith in the human soul

the moment I start making money.

 Just that I can still tell reality from the world reflected,

or can I?

 Then along come some true friends who never sell themselves to me;

I truly respect and love them.

 And I hope you don't mind my imperfections.

Thank you! Merci! Grazie! Gracias! Khob-kun-ka!

And I was wrong earlier:

Love is the world's best antidepressant.

No,

love can depress the hell out of you.

So?
Let's torture each other til we die!