I’ve dealt with depression in one form or another since i was 15. I’m 22 now. It was horrible in my younger years and getting bad once again.
I’m the “loner” if you will. I’m hard to approach from what i hear, but i’m the kinda guy that could be your best friend.. Yet people still feel the need to take me for granted and misuse me.
I’m a stronger person than i used to be. I always thoght i was worthless when i was younger. Now i know i’m worth something but situations seem almost worse now that i have some sort of self-worth. It’s like people sense it and must attack.
There are certain situations in everyone’s life that spark these horrible feeling’s. A lot of them rooted from past happenig’s. If any of you came to me i’d tell you that your death will accomplish nothing but sorrow to someone. Though i don’t take my own advice.
I’ll keep it simple. I just need somewhere to vent before i lose my mind. I’m tired of being walked all over. I’m a good person and no one see’s it. I’m tired of giving a shit when no one else does… The dreams of my demise seem so surreal yet pleasant and horrifying all at the same time.