Mentality Diary

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My new diary , recording my life , thoughts and feelings.

And I'll overreact and feel like I'm messed in the head when I'm not, but I want to be someone worth talking about, probably.All Rights Reserved

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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.

I have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.

Depressed Bakugou fic- I am normal. It's normal to think about death a few times a day. It's normal to think about different ways to die. ...Right? /// Call it cowardice. Call it weak. Katsuki saw no other option. There wasn't another.

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Cold Nights ||Poems|| by SomethingDark__

Sometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.

Just an online journal of my personal thoughts . No, I am not suicidal. No, I am not depressed. Just introverted, and I trap feelings in more than I'm supposed to .. So I let them out here.

Journey with me back in time as I rewrite the first Journal I kept from when I was in high school, and see that maybe even with how horrible life is most of the times, there are little things spread throughout that make life worth living. My high school experience was full of drama, tears, laughter, and most of all constant search of love, and approval of the people around me. I can't always get what I want in this world. Life is a beautiful mess. It's not perfect, and filled with a lot of disappointments, and heartbreak. There are moments when it all feels too much, but there's not much we can do other than go with the flow of things.

My Bully Saved Me ~ Depressed Deku by gzerbe13

"You know, it's funny...my bully, Of all people, saved me." I teased. "That's it, you're dead." Bakugo stood up from where he sat, beginning to try and chase me around the park. "Same old usual." Kirishima laughed, "I wouldn't have it any other way, though." ⚠️TRIGGERS⚠️ - Self Harm - Suicidal thoughts / tendencies I don't claim to own Haikyu, I only claim rights to my storyline and cover

Locked In

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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