I feel helpless.
Unmotivated. Unloved. Pathetic.
It’s not because of my pessimistic mindset but it’s what everyone thinks I am. They’re right. I am worthless. I feel like I’m hanging off the edge and no one is there to save me. My parents would never understand why I’m unhappy. They would say how blessed I am to live under a roof and have food.
Maybe I’m ungrateful, too. But it’s not my fault that I feel this way. Depression has taken over my life and I think I can handle it on my own with a blade and self-loathing. I’m a coward as well. Instead of discussing my problems I go off the deep end. My fatal flaw.
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catsiel,
your not worthless! stop thinking like that i know it’s not easy,but you are what you think! so stop it, turn it around. some one eles on here can go poor baby! i want you to stop it and be happy!