The Diary of a Depressed Girl

Eventually

Dear Diary,

I thought that I was finally curing myself from my depression.

I thought that finally I was going to be happy.

I thought that I'd finally get rid of that horrible urge to die.

Boy, was I wrong. I was so fucking wrong. No matter how hard I try, I know I'll always have a part of me that's sad, that wants me to die, and that just wants everything to be gone. Depression isn't just a feeling, it's a disease. A disease that I can never fully get rid of.

Sure, I can hide it, or even push it away. But it will always be apart of me. Just like the healed scars of the scissors slicing my skin, or the memories of the horrible things I always think.

Ill always hope for the disease to fade away, and eventually be shoved away in the corner of my mind. I'll always hope that I'll never have to deal with it again. But most of all, I'll always hope that the people that have kept me alive know how much they mean to me, and how much they helped me.

But alas, most of them will never know.

Thank you anyways,

A.M.F