I hate it when people say, you'll be fine. My counsler said this was a "sadness that would pass". Look where that sadness got me. My friends think I'm weird for not eating or talking and loving people who don't know I exist. One thing: that's a hell of a lot better than my real life is! I want to die everyday! One person thought I was scratching myself to be "emo". That's not how it works. And people wonder why I have little friends. I once trusted everyone and look where that got me. Its not like I want to be like this, I can't help it! I want to be fine, I just can't! The more you talk about how many people will "miss me if I'm gone". That just makes me feel worse and want to die more
Okay, rant over
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Depression
Poetryjust a bunch of stuff I found and or thought of (It's mostly just my day now )
