Every day is a current struggle to live.
I keep telling myself that i want to end my life everyday but part of me is sayng i have to stay because i need to be here for my mom. I keep teling everyone that im fine. I tell mytherapist everytime that i havent felt depressed in awhile. That is a complete lie. Why the hell do i have any reason to be happy? Its not like anyone cares. I could be drowning and at this point in life the only person who would pull me out is someone i will leave without a name.
I made some mistakes that to this day are making my relationship hell. Im ready to just delete all my contacts, change schools,and never look back. But unfortunatly im poor and i cant. I try to manage my relationship all while balancing my friendships. Its summer now so i dont really worry about school but it still adds on to the stress.
IM KINDA TIRED OF WRITING THIS SOIMMA KEEP PUSHING BACK ON IT UNTIL I FEEL LIKE WRITING BYE.
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Surviving My Life
Non-FictionJust my story and how to survive the struggles im going through. Hopefully you get something good out of this. Its all real. Make sure you comment what you think. Ill take criticism.
