Behind the screen, I am suffering.
You don't know how many times I have said "hehe" and I am crying and screaming and suffering on the inside, and you didn't even realize.
You don't know how many times you have said something silly like "I'm so sad" and I am frustrated and annoyed and suffering on the inside, and you didn't even realize.
You don't know how many times we have been in small arguments and you say "ugh I'm so done with you" and I am suicidal and going insane and suffering on the inside, and you didn't even realize.
You don't know how many times you have said "I have so many problems" and I am jealous and judging and suffering on the inside, and you didn't even realize.
You don't know how many times I have said "way" and on the inside I am worthless and dumb and suffering on the inside, and you didn't even realize.
You don't know how many times I have played along with your games and acted fine, but I am depressed, and anxious, and suffering on the inside, and you didn't even realize.
I have told you I am suffering, but time and time again you have ignored me and my well being for someone else's. You didn't realize how much I was suffering.
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Depression Journal
De TodoA 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...
