According to my family I'm not supposed to have friends, I'm not supposed to stay social, (which is really hard for me to do in the first place) I'm not supposed to live my life and I'm not supposed to have fun. I'm not allowed to experience love, I'm not allowed to leave my house anymore, I'm not allowed to have different opinions, I'm not allowed to have a close relationship with my family members or my friends.
I'm just giving up on myself. I've tried fighting, but it's just too hard, it's too much.
They ask why I'm depressed, why I pop pills, take shots of bleach every other week and cut myself until I pass out... Well... Maybe it's them...
I hate to disappoint people, but I just can't anymore. Theres literally nothing to live for anymore. I'm being forced to cut off my current relationships with my friends, the ones that I love so much, the ones that have prevented me from commuting suicide, the ones that actually gave me hope when no one else can. They've helped me through my anxiety attacks at school. They've helped back on my feet, even when I was just pushed right back down... And I don't even know how to say goodbye...
I'm cutting myself off, either for a small amount of time, or for forever. Just know that I love you all.
