February 18th, 2020
Today I woke up and thought about how easily I break down. It doesn't take much for me to burst into tears. I'm not strong as I used to be but I'm not weak either. I go through day after day faking a smile. Making people believe I'm as happy as I say I am. I am anything but happy. My emotions crush me. All I can do is distract myself before they crush me completely. I'm so tired of hearing "how are you?". All I can say is 'I'm fine', I'm everything but fine. I used to cry myself to sleep but I've gotten so used to the negative things my mind tells me.
" You don't deserve their love"
"Give up"
"You're so pathetic"
"You really believe they care, nobody cares"
I know nobody cares but still, I end up trying to trust people, people who constantly hurt me. Death seems like the only good option but I still somehow hold on.
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Diary Of An Extremely Depressive Person
RandomThis diary contains depressive emotions, I feel basically every day. I am afraid and angry and alone.
