Its ironic.. Im studying to become a psychologist..and here i am.. Lying in bed with dark thoughts,not being able to hell myself.
I dont even know why i have them.. I cant believe im here again.. Talking in this little book...
Its funny how, i have my whole life,in the book,basically. Some bits in drafts you cant see. Some Published. My worst and some betyer moments
I graduated highschool.. Im now in college
In the same city as my bf goes, diffschools tho
Were in a rocky moment rn,im sure itll clear up eventually
Im experiencing my week of depression again.. I hopefully should be at the end.. I hope it passes
I cant do shit for school,i cant find the energy.. Im just..useless
And the piling workload doesnt help my feelings,im stressed,i feel like i want to kill myself.
I cant explain it,its this voice inmy head,pushing me down"just kill yourseld" nobody will miss you,nobody cares. Eventhough i know theres people that love me and care.. I cant help but want to end it.. Even if my other days of the year are fine,and generally,life is going okay right now.. Its so hard,this feeling is so crushing,mentally,its like my mind shuts out every logical thought,like, i know lifes ok,i know youre doing fine,but today? You should kill yourself,i know people care but also,no they dont. Dw,they wlnt miss u,as much as u know they would.
Its quite weird...
I just had to get this off my chest somewhere and i cant go to anyone else rn..without bothering them
Goodnight beloved readers :)
Thankyou for being herw
YOU ARE READING
my diary
RandomWarning,this may containt triggering stuff,idk I just write how i feel,dont take this personally Its my way to get it out without bothering someone..somethimes idk who to talk to..so i come here..
