●: Well, you know, just the usual depressive stuff.
Fingers furiously typing back.
○: OhMyGod are you okay now?
●: Yes don't mind me I'm just an ex-suicidal girl who suffers from anxiety too often :'/
○: You probably lied about being okay but hey things are gonna be better for you.
○: I suffered from depression once. Harmed myself because I believe nothing would change for the better. Slit my skin and scratch at my rashes to calm my self. Sprawl across the bed like a dead man and cry because the pain in my chest fucking hurts. Jab at my own sides because I hate my body. Feeling a constriction in my throat whenever I look at the mirror. A constant reminder that I am worth nothing, let alone anybody. A voice calling me with names I want to rip my ears out. I want to die in embarrassment because I can't do anything right. I lie and lie and lie and feel disgusted at myself. I feel like a burden that walks on this earth because even hell doesn't need the likes of me. People leaving me because I am not worth the attention. Hardworks become wasted because I can't seem to boast. I hate I hate I hate myself yet I spare the world. I hate I hate I hate my mind yet I try to please others.
So I'm happy that you are feeling better. Gratz!
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○: I'm happy that you're feeling better. Everything will change for the better later or sooner :D
[Sent]
Fingers wiped an escaping tear.
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Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
