I don't care about me. I could care less about myself. I don't care if I'm hungry in the morning, I skip lunch. I don't feel hungry anymore. I eat merely because I need too. I would have it as a choice if I wanted to, but I have new friends who would get suspicious if I didn't eat. I only care about others, not me. My health is out of the question, you ask how I am? I'm 'fine'. People believe it, 'fine' never means 'fine'. It normally mean 'help me, I'm either frustrated, sad, or both'. It's really surprising how much I don't give a fuck about myself. Why would I care?
I don't care, why?
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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...
