Some days it feels like I'm suffocating but I'm breathing. That everything I do is wrong. That crying is weak.
I don't know anything anymore.
I want to end it.
To everyone, don't end it. I LOVE YOU. YES YOU. It's not worth it. Stay strong. You have the right to live and somebody out there would miss you.
I love you I love you I love you I love you
"Follow your dreams, unless they're stupid. Then dream bigger and better."
Little and little it seems you're slipping. Just fall. I'll catch you.
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Depression journal.
Non-FictionThis of a journal thing... If you're depressed it might not help. Warning to you if you read this. I need help.
