Dear diary,
I don't understand. I don't understand why people hate me so much. Why do they ignore me so much? Am I really that bad? Am I just simply something standing there? Just...why?
Some say they care about me but I can't help but doubt. Why do they care? I'm not a good person. After all, all I ever did was ruin people's lives.
Someone asked me today "are you okay?" and I simply responded "yes" even though I know I'm not okay. My intrusive thoughts are growing and I don't seem to be able to keep my emotions to myself anymore. I hate this.
I don't really understand.
I just wanted to be happy...
Why is it so hard...?
YOU ARE READING
Mafuyu's Diary
NonfiksiDepression is not an easy thing to deal with. Some take it as a mental illness, something that can mess with the host's brain, like a puppeteer pulling the strings puppet, while others tend to think it's just something that strived among teens to ga...
