You go home. You look in the mirror. You cry. You think you are ugly. You think you are fat. You want to die. And the worst thing is, the next day it happens all over again until the day you give up.
A/N: Every. Day. I hate myself I'm worthless.
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Depression Quotes.
PoetryYes I am depressed. Yes my parents know. No I do not matter. Don't say anything about this to me if you know me.