It's clear, I am depressed. I am talking to people, crying myself to sleep every night. I feel like a goth, from the outside and inside. Everyday after school: immediatly putting on black lipstick. I'm wearing black clothes. I feel black. I'm letting myself drown in sadness although I don't want that. It just happens...
Some people just won't accept my feelings, they will never understand how awful and worthless I feel. I try to help people, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. And what am I getting back for it? Shit, bullying, headaches, tiredness, suicidal thoughts.
People say they understand, but they don't. They will never understand...
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