I've decided that I'm moving on to a stupid journal tomorrow. Tomorrows never promised so live your best life. Create your own heaven. Be your own happy place. I feel as if my depression is causing my anxiety. Will I ever loose my battle with depression... when I die how will they remember me?
if I don't talk myself out of suicide than who's gonna help me. So I write, every day like I'm running out of time. Someday I would like to feel something. Less weight on my chest. Less pain in my ass. I would like More positivity spoken from my mouth. I want to be happy too. Beyond I'm disappointed in you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear beyond
Non-FictionThe nicer you are the less people hate you. I've become less bitter. And a little wiser. 🫶🏽🪬
