Yesterday I took 3 tablets of ibuprofen just to see if I would throw up since I hadn't eaten breakfast. I never eat breakfast anymore, who am I kidding. Long story short, I didn't throw up. Though I wouldn't be surprised if I started starving myself again this summer. My sadness started as summer depression, but now it's so much worse. I wish I could stop it, or show my friend how much pain I'm in. I would hug them forever if I could, since I denied any affection from my family, running from hugs and kisses or even a pat on the back. I was left stranded with out physical comfort. It drives me in the ground when my feelings get to much for me, the thoughts of.... cutting.... return with a force.
This is basically a vent book about what I think is my depression. My friend denies this and says I'm in a dark place right now, I wish that I would believe it. I've been in a 'dark place' for more than a year. My actions are causing my body scars. I wish that I would just fucking stop with my actions.
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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...
