I feel like giving up, never holding back. I feel like never fucking talking again, learn sign language. I want to know someone fucking cares. It feels like everyone it abandoning me. I fucking hate it, I'm pretty sure I'm depressed. I'm pretty sure the way I die is by my own hands. I'm pretty, fucking, sure that everyone is turning a blind eye to me. Like I'm a piece of trash to be thrown away, when someone does pick me up I'm thrown in the bin and forgotten.
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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...
