Just How I Feel

Just How I Feel

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 21, 2016
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Okay there are lots of people that I know that cutt and there not bad people because I am one of them. Some of them smoke pot and or cigarettes and I am one of them that smoke pot and I am quiting. I have been clean for two weeks and I have been trying to stop cutting for five years now and I just can seem to quit it helps me and harms me at the same time. But it just seemed like all I am doing is messing up my life and I just don't know why I still cutt and I just am depressed and have bipolar and its not the bipolar depression stuff and I am bipolar and have depression and life just seems to hard for me to handle sometimes and it just seems like people makes it worst. I hope I could stop and that I would stop and that if I have kids and that they never make the mistake of making their first cutt like I did and I just hope that my past will help me stop cutting and that this is save some one else for cutting also and I just hope I could help someone like someone helped me.
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You don't believe me anyways. You don't see me throwing away my inhibitions or filling up my online shopping cart. You don't see me diving into new life goals and careers and areas of study. You don't see my cry to myself in the car when my chest sinks in and my head gets crushed in a vice. You don't feel the panic in my stomach whenever I must make human contact. And you sure don't see how hard I try. How I wake up every morning and apply my mask. My work mask- to conceal all of this. But.... It's been the same mask for many years And my mask is wearing thin. My sadness, my anger, my paranoia and grand euphoria are trying to become a part of your world too. A world where it's not welcome. A world where it's not understood, where it's frowned upon.

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