I ruin everything I touch. Theres no one left that I can talk to who will understand what I'm feeling. It doesn't matter how much I tell people. I'm a lost cause. That's why they always say I'm too much. Because I am. Dealing with my mental state affects not just me but everyone around me. That's the problem. I can't and won't get better because I'm so scared of not being able to get better. I want to get better but I can't. what comes after all this. What's left.
1-12-20
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Dear Deppresion
Non-FictionDear depression, Do you really need to be a part of my life? Alot of these notes are old, some are recent. These can be triggering so please read with care. Aside from that this book follows along with some of my most hidden and deepest though...
