The date is December 18th and at the moment I feel that I am a waste space.
I feel this way right now, is because I was recently in a skype call with three friends. From the beginning of the call, I felt as if I was just bothering them because of the tone of voice they took.
Right now i'm just writing this here because I don't want to bottle all this in.
My one friend (who we'll just refer to as Stacy) always tries to reassure me that I am not, infact a waste.
But no matter what Stacy says, or does, I will always feel like they all would feel happier if I weren't there.
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Depression and anxiety journal
Non-FictionWhenever I feel depressed I write, so might as well put it here.
