Why wouldn't be world need me. I'm not very good at much, I'm too tired all the time, nearly fall asleep during different of the day, I'm a terrible author, I have self-hatred problems, and I have little to no friends. I'm suffering from many of my own problems, I don't want to drag my friends into my mess of a life, so I have to fake happiness by wearing a mask. Hiding my real feelings. I trudge through the day suffering from sleep deprivation and self harm. Everything hurts some days, some days I'm just numb. I might just kill myself one day it it comes to that day. Hopefully not at the age I am now. I'm talking to an amazing friend and they are helping me so much. Why would the world need me though? Was I ment to be here by giving love to others and not myself? It seems like that...... that's fine though. Everyone else needs love, not me.
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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...
