I don't hate life...but I kind of do. I've had more depressive episodes than ever. I'm adjusting to the school but not really. I want to kill myself but I don't. I've also been hurting and starving myself and I guess that's bad, but my mind thinks its good. At this point in life I really don't know what to do, am I really done with life. I understand people have their struggles, but you haven't really struggled until you realize that what you're doing to yourself is damage. Getting help is not struggling. You're never gonna get better. You just have to learn to walk the long road with your problems as your company. There is no cure for depression, you learn to live with it.
I've done good, I've gotten good grades, placed in AP classes. But that wasn't for me, that was form my parents. Because I want them to be proud of me, but they don't even care, they don't ask how I'm doing in school, and everything I succeed in. I do everything for them.
I just want people to notice that I'm falling and I've been falling. I keep thinking about those pills in the cabinet and the liquor in the pantry...it doesn't leave my mind. I could get a hold of it because nobody has cared and asked me if I'm okay for real. It's saddening the fact that I just can't escape this. I really don't belong here at all, I should just do myself the favor already.
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An Introduction
Short Story"today is Sunday and I have decided to start journaling painful events that happen..." These are the journal entries to Kelsey, a girl who worries to much about others even though they don't give a shit about her. 'Just drink it down with vodka is h...
