Dear diary,
I hate myself. It's 12 am and here I am, crying my eyes out because a song triggered me.
It's been 2 days but I still don't feel good. I refused to eat and I isolated myself from my family.
Tonight's reason why I broke down is because of my friends. Why is it easy for them to just forget about me? I know that's a shallow reason but I always think of it.
I deactivated my social media just to see if anybody will notice and only noticed it. Guess I'll deactivate it for a period of time now since no one will ever wonder about me.
Do you think it's time to go back to my psychiatrist? I'm actually scared of going to hospitals alone so I haven't been visiting her. Fuck my life.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
RandomThis isn't really a story but I will be writing here whenever I had a breakdown or depression is killing me. Feel free to read if you're also struggling like me.
