I’m starting to feel as if nobody understands, and even worse, I don’t think anybody cares to understand. No one knows. It’s like I’m falling off a cliff, scrambling to hold on. I’ve found a root, but that root can’t hold on forever. It’s almost done, it’s about to give way, and I crashed.
I go through life like a dream, it’s almost like clockwork. 10 AM, depressed, won’t talk to anybody, just trying to keep from bawling. 12 PM, happy-go-lucky, bouncing off the walls, so excited. 2 PM, depressed again. I constantly wonder, what’s the point? Why even bother?
I’m not enjoying myself, and I’ll admit, that knife is looking pretty good right now
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Hell I know what you mean. My friend Solitary owes me a box cutter because she broke a promise.
youd be surprised who cares, and how many people care. i care. and most people, if they’re on this website, they care too. what is going on in your life, id like to understand, because id like to be understood myself.
Many people strive to be understood. Many of the people on this website know exactly what you’re going through. You’re never alone. If you ever have a problem, just know that there is an entire community of people who are willing to listen.