Is not that i hate life , or that I hate living, not that I want to kill myself.
I mean I’ve thought of it and I’ve tried it, but I just can’t.
There’s something I just can’t take out of my mind, I really don’t understand the meaning of all that. I just don’t know what to do sometimes, I am lost, but not sure why. I mean, I’m good at school, I love my career. I have friends, but to be honest, I don’t share thoughts or feelings about this, ‘how I feel’ with them, not even with my family, not even with my twin, the person who would be the closest to me.
There’s thoughts that don’t let me sleep, it’s something I just can’t help. It haunts me, I need time, and I need help. I was depressed and they just said it will pass, fucking depression feels like shit, and it kills slowly, I just really wanted one to really want to know what’s wrong with my feelings and mind, but I guess it’s not a big deal for them.
I know somehow, I will find a way to stop it, and be okay.