No matter what I tell myself, what I go through, what anyone has done to me, someone out there cares about me even if they're not showing it. My mom, my dad, my siblings, my friends I push away, the person who bullies me, the kids that I used to call my friends, one of my neighbors, or even a stranger I just met. No matter what I say, somebody out there cares. I know it's hard to believe, almost impossible, actually, but it's true.
Don't give up. You think you don't matter but the truth is, if you ever kill yourself, it will hurt many people that know you and care about you. Think twice before you pull out that knife.
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It's Not Me, It's Depression
RandomJust a bunch of things to help people who go through depression explain how they feel to others, and help people who try to understand that feeling know how it feels. Trigger Warning *Not a story*
