die die Die DIe DIE DIE DIE
LET ME FUCKUNG DISAPEAR. I've been asking to be freed for so long, begging but I am still here alive and breathing. I'm sorry not to be thankful for my condition but I honestly can't do it anymore. as cliche as it sounds, I felt so lonely in this room full of people I know. none of them care about me NOT ONE. so why should I stay? why bother? I'm invisible, unneeded, too much, too little. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't true, that it was just the depression talking. so I tried my best, forced myself to participate as much as I could. you know what happened? nothing. they acted as if I wasn't here. I hate myself for wanting the attention knowing that I would make me shake to receive it but I'd like to feel needed for once. I don't want to fit in anymore, I want to die.
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fatty's story
Non-FictionRandom thoughts that goes through the head of a 18 years old girl who's dealing with depression and eating disorders. I DO NOT think mental illnesses are "cute" or "trendy" nor do I encourage dangerous behaviours. *TRIGER WARNING eating disorder, se...
