October 14th

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October 14th, 2019

Dear diary,
I didn't go to school today.
My depression is taking over me again.  I wish that I couldn't feel anymore.  I wish I could just be numb.  Because the only feeling I ever have is sad.  I'm lonely.  I want someone to check up on me.  To not just let me be sad.  Because then I just sit here and am sad and depressed.  I want to be loved.  I want to have good friends who care.  I want to not feel like I'm letting everyone down.  I feel like a burden.  Like I'm the one messing it all up.  I try so hard to be smart, and look pretty.  But I can't do it.  Social media takes over me.  I'm always checking my Instagram and Snapchat and tik tok.  And I see all these happy people.  And I wish that could be me.  I want to go to college and be successful but I don't think I can handle it.  I think about in the movies and books, even the nerdy character gets a good friend.  Someone who loves them.  But I don't.  I don't get good friends.  I don't get people who love me for me.  I just wish I could be me.  I want to be able to be nerdy, to be stupid sometimes, to not try and be so perfect.  Nobody knows me.  If someone I knew was going through something I wouldn't give up on them.  But when I've been depressed, now and in the past, everyone leaves.  I get it nobody wants to be around the sad girl. But can't someone just stay? I want someone to be there for me even when it gets dark.  But they're all really only there for when I'm happy and fun.  I want someone to hold me.  To let me cry.  To listen.  I don't want to be taken over by everything.  I feel so controlled.  I want to be in control of myself.  I don't want to be ruled by what people say I should be.  But then again, if I don't then no one will like me. I feel like I do so much for everyone else, and I'm just left empty.  What else am I possibly suppose to do? Because I don't want to live this way anymore.  It's horrible.  It's miserable.  I feel like I'm dying.  I can't breathe.  I can't be happy.  I have to be perfect.  I have to be smart.  I have to be pretty. I have to be cool.  I have to be slutty.  But can't be too slutty because then they'll call me a whore.  I have to be the perfectly nice girl.

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