I guess that doesn't really make sense isn't depression depressing? Yeah I couldn't think of another title
I'm totally not writing most of these entries in one day
I write like at least 3 entries a day, I currently have 4 unpublished including this one, but back to the topicSo I hate myself, you already knew that, but I hate this idea of complaining about my life when there are people who's lives are so much worse, or their depression is worse, their anxiety or suicidal thoughts or self harm is worse, and here I am, seeming lucky to those people, complaining. I complain about how I have no talents, but there are people bullied for that. I complain about how no one notices my depression, but there are people who don't have anyone to notice them. I complain about how I might kill myself, but so many people have tried. I complain about how I self harm, but there are people who actually draw blood(I'm a coward) It's all so depressing I might either end my life, or end my complains and keep it all bottled up for no one to hear.
(Photo is other photo of self harm, this time the self harm was about 2 hours before, but you can't see it because lighting and the camera is too far away(ew I'm so fat))
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Depression Journal
AléatoireA journal of a 13 year old girl who is depressed, has anxiety problems, is suicidal, and self harms. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Just remember, hate comments or anything that may suggest that I either don't have it too bad, or basically anything negative...