Dear ALL of my mental illnesses(Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia Nervosa, etc.
For years you all have been there at my darkest times....but not for the better, for the worst. You all worked together to make me feel MISERABLE and succeeded many, many times and even made me hate myself to the point where I didn't want to even be alive anymore.
I've cried many tears and hurt myself because of all of your tormenting and bullying throughout those many years. You've made me do and say things that I didn't intend and that I still regret to this very day. You even went so far as to push me when I was getting back up and kick me when I was down, making me feel even more worse.
You've put hell on my heels and have made me suicidal and depressed as all HELL...but guess what? Now it's YOUR turn.
I'm not done yet! Do you hear me?! Not yet!
So, kick me when I'm down and laugh. We'll see who's laughing when I get back up.
YOU ARE READING
The Quiet Kid's Diary
NezařaditelnéThis story is basically me writing down my feelings. Enjoy with caution. Some content may be too graphic for some readers. Always practice self love and don't forget to spread kindness to others as well. Love you guys.
