It half past midnight in the shittiest small-town in the world.I feel so unwanted, and no matter how happy i get, its only for a little while, and my happiness is always over-shadowed by my ‘Depression’.
I hate that they have the power to label a jar, shove me in it, and shove that jar containing me in a cupboard they’ll forget about. I want happy pills, not fucking St. Johns Wort, that stupid organic mood-booster just gives me headaches.
I hate myself.
For a while i blamed other for being the reason i feel sad, tormented, hurt, always hurting and empty.
But i realize i’ve done it to myself.
Every useless scar on my body was made by me.
I did this to myself.
I have no excuses.
Why am i such a coward i cant die?
im just a 14 year old girl, high school sucks worse than i thought, and i hate myself and my life. why me?
please, please, please help me.