This is a subject I tackled under the node
Beauty and Misery: a sick trend.
Why the hell does society bask in the misery of others?
Sylvia Plath, who was a miserable,
suicidal soul is worshipped for her sadness.
Kurt Cobain blew his fucking brains out, and people bask in that. These people created some cool things, appreciate that.. but to strive to be like them turns their pain into a mockery.
If you feel that depression is glamourous, maybe you are lacking real pain, or depth in your own life. I understand suffering is a part of experiencing life, but find your own passions instead of trivializing the pain of others.