I'm not okay.
I just have to admit that.
I'm okay, I'm not fine, I'm not alright.
I'm messed up.
I'm depressed insomniac with self-harming issues. I'm an indecisive, emotionally unstable girl with a dirty mind. I'm someone who speaks before they think and always regrets it.
I feel unloved, even though I know I am.
I think things that I have no reason to think.
I get angry about inconsequential things.
I get sad about pointless things.
I cry for no reason.
I stay up late because I can't sleep.
I complain about things that don't even matter.
I'm just messed up.
And I need to say it.
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The Rants and Ramblings Of A Depressed Teen
HumorA bunch of random thing I think/say. A lot of these are just me being dumb, don't take it to seriously, alright?