I cried. I always cry. Guess you could call me weak and a crybaby. I can't help it though. It's not my fault that I have depression. I started online therapy again. Idk why. I feel really stupid. My therapist told me to use some shit seeing as I have suicidal thoughts. Everyday I come home with pencil cut marks. My parents see the marks but they don't seem to care. That makes me wonder if they would care if I died. Maybe I should die. I don't really deserve to live. Why doesn't God just get rid of me. Why haven't I killed myself yet. I don't think I have a meaning in this world. I said I would try to sleep. I tried but I can't. I never can. I bet I'll cry in school again tomorrow. I just feel so useless. I hate having to fake a smile. Why do I try to fit in. Why? I don't get it.
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Non-FictionThis is about what's going on in my life today. I'll try to post everyday.
