I have too much time to think...

"She knows she's depressed, doesn't want to admit"

...
Hi.
Um. Yeah. Hi.
The title is actually from a song. That actually made me physically cry.
Which never happens. Ever.

It's called 'Her last words'
I don't remember who wrote it...

Also, I beg of you, don't take this to heart. I'll be fine, K?

You know how most people with anxiety and depression have voices, right?

While some people create them to help themselves?

Sometimes I worry about mine.
I have four. Earlier this year was three but things happen.

Three have names. The newest one doesn't.
Eve
Citra
Runic
Are the ones who I know the names of
Then I have the last one.

They've been quiet lately.
I've been worried.
Then dark things came. They've been telling me bad things.
Very bad things.

"You're worthless"

"No one would care if you died"

"They aren't yoke friends. I bet they talk shit about you in private chats"

"All family is, is people who will put you down and kill you inside-out"

"Where's your wall now, you pathetic excuse for a person?"

"Stupid little girl"

"Pathetic."

"Laughing stock"

It keeps going.

I feel empty.
Insecure.
Suicidal.
Is this depression?
Have I finally run out of stars?
And the moon lost it's light?
...yes.
This must be it.
I finally ran out of stars.

"She knows she's depressed, doesn't want to admit."