Just A Memory

    Have you ever realized how hard it is to actually talk about wanting to kill yourself? If you tell people you're going to do it, they call you an attention whore. If you don't tell people, everyone says you have too many secrets. If you actually do it, you suddenly become the person everyone loved.

    I will never understand society. It is impossible to not get judged. If you eat too much, you're fat. If you don't eat enough, you're an anorexic whore. If you think you're beautiful, you're self-centered bitch. If you don't think you're beautiful, you're an attention whore. See how it always comes back to being an attention whore? You cannot please anyone.

    This kind of shit put me over the edge. My parents always told me when I was little to be myself and people will like me. That was the BIGGEST LIE I HAVE EVER FUCKING HEARD!!

    I remember when I first got depression. You slowly sink into it, then it just hits you. It's kind of like a war. But you're fighting against yourself. You're fighting for happiness, but there's only two ways out. You can either kick that mother fuckers ass, or you die trying to win...

    This is my story. Well not really my story, just a never-ending-shitty-fucked-up-train-wreck of my life. I would tell you who I am, but you don't need to know that. So I'll say my fake-name is Madison. Yeah that sounds good. Don't try to figure out who I am. I might already be dead by the time you figure it out.