19 march, 2023, 2:21 EST
I hate how clearly I am realizing that I am depressed, but still am trying to convince myself otherwise.
For god’s sake, I’m nineteen. I could really use some hugs. I don’t need to be felt like an undesirable person around everyone and anyone. I don’t deserve to feel belittled at work despite giving my all. I should not have to look for ways to just make my demons shut up. They keep getting loud, I’m losing my patience. I’m becoming a monster, and that is scaring me more than everything.