I just wanted you to know that this story is dedicated to anyone who has ever dealt with depression. Who has ever had self hatred over themselves. Who have gotten to the point where suicide seems like a good choice.
I want to say that it's not. For all the people out there you will meet. For all the people you've meet now. For you're loving family and friends. And if you don't have those loving friends and family, fuck them.
They are not worth you're time if they cause harm to you physically, mentally or emotionally.
Think about the things you be able to accomplish if you just keep trying. You can't ever be perfect but if you keep going you'll be as close to perfect as you can get; to your standards.
They're are so, so many people in this world. Of course some sadly end up being dicks but don't think that there is anyone not willing to help you, care for you, appreciate you, etc. You could be helping them too.
I wake up everyday stressing that I'm gonna be a depressed 24 year old with now future but I can try to prevent that. Wait for the high school years to be over. But to keep those fun times where you can be immature and cheerful because I know being older will not be easy.
Know that if you actually have things like depression, where those sad days seem to long out all day and make your heartache, you need to get help medically.
If you have to take antidepressants because the purpose if that is to help people like you.
If you honestly need anyone to talk to, please talk to me. I've been there. I laughed and joked at the thoughts that seemed to truly scare me at night.
I know this is all a bunch of unedited rambles so sorry for the punctuation and grammar but I just wanted you to know. I am scared for so many unfair lives out there. Remember that your life may not suck as much as someone else's but that shouldn't stop you for disregarding your problem(s).
Every single one of your problems in life are fixable, someway or somehow.
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On a more carefree note,
I WILL FINISHED THIS STORY *slaps self* I have to keep telling myself this. I will hopefully be making 3000+ words per chapter. Don't expect that for the first few ones though. :p I kinda excited because I never wrote a story that was tied in with a romantic relationship so let see what happens.
I hope you're feeling better then you did before.
Goodbye lovelies ❤
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