I haven't posted in a while. I never knew what to say. I still don't. I can't remember what it felt like to be completely free from worry of if I'll live in my house or not the next day. I feel so lost and angry at myself that I can't feel anything but lost. Nothing is helping. I'm think about bad things. Someone recently came back into my life that I hoped would be gone for way longer than they were. I never wanted to see them ever again. I PLANNED on it. The empty feeling is coming back darker than ever. I guess it never really left. It just hid itself away for a while. Is that always what happens? I bet happy people have that darkness that they almost cave into sometimes too. I have to find a better job. But here's the catch...I wouldn't be quitting the job that I have now. I would be juggling both. And with school on top. But it's worth it right? We are going to work and work and work until one day our bodies have had enough of our shit and rot out. Right? That's how it works. There's nothing you can do to avoid the everlasting death.
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The diary of a depressed teen.
NouvellesContains depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm references, and my strong opinions about everything I'm angry about at the time of which I write each chapter. This is just how I feel my life is going right now.
