I was thinking one night 'What would the world do without me?'. I'm reminding myself that this was a time where I didn't have my amazing friend at the time.I kept thinking everyone would forget about me and not care if I died. To be honest, I believed it. I believed the voice in my head that no one would care if I died. I didn't choose to die, however. I kept living. I kept living for myself and I don't know why I did.
Near the end of the summer of 2018, I had the thought that I was fat. That day I had started eating less, no one noticed. Then I ate less the day after, then the day after. It got to the point where I was only eating dinner, but of course the voice never stops there. It had made me stop eating completely, I had gone through a day without eating. Until I had decided to comment on my friends book, (This was still a time when I wasn't their friend yet) they asked what was wrong and I spilt everything right then and there. All my problems, everything. I could have died of it weren't for them. I thank them with the bottom of my heart.
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The times I stayed up til 1:00 am
Non-FictionMy life did go to shit. Triggers: My life depression has mentions of suicidal thought, cutting, and other things related to death. It's also cringe 2018 teen stuff. If you don't like these topics, don't read this book of my experience with depressio...
