I feel hallow. Like I'm just a shell. I know I have no right to be depressed. I have a loving family, caring boyfriend, thoughtful friends. But I am. I'm so so depressed. I don't want to be no one wants to be. I don't want to cut but I do. I don't want to cry but I do. I hate myself and I can't help it. I wish I was OK again. Like I used to be. But I'm not. And I'm so so sorry
