Not long ago I had a friend that was in my head. She used to tell me horrible things. Things like I'm fat, worthless, ugly, useless, etc. I didn't want want to believe her but when she is constantly telling you things like that, you just do. It started to go away but when I met Dom she started to come back. I think when I'm with Brady it becomes worse. Brady is little miss perfect. She's pretty, she sings, and is a great drawer. I compare myself to her and I feel like I'm not good enough. Will I ever be good enough? Dom makes it much worse when he texts her and he hasn't even texted me back. Maybe I should cut both of them out of my life. They are both happy without me so everything will be okay. It will be like I never existed in their lives anyway. Great, now I'm depressed again. Yay me!
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Depressed Quotes
PoetryThis is just short poems and stories of my mental illness. I've still going through it and I'm here if anyone needs to talk.
