9:42Am
I don't feel anything. I don't feel happy. But I don't feel depressed. I don't feel like getting out of bed. Even though I do. Every morning. I wouldn't care if I stayed in bed. All comfy.
Maybe I'll try writing a song. Or at least some form of lyrical expression.
Not even rap. Just words. Words that mean nothing and everything.
3:06Pm
My jacket is really dirty. I look at the stitching. Its old. About three years old now. My thumbs stick out of the sleeves. Sorta like fingerless gloves. But on my jacket.
Why did I watch that YouTube video? It really fucked me up.
Should I keep going? I'm not too sure. Is it worth it? I don't know yet. Does anyone know how much I'm hurting? Don't think so. Depression does a lot to you and your outlook. Not being happy tires me out. Tonight I'll probably just sit at home not talking to anyone.
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A messed up teenage diary
Non-FictionEver since I was young, just about everything was difficult for me. Now, I'm 16. Not much has changed. Join me in my attempt to make it through my high school life with 7 mental disorders and a dark past.
