I read something today what reminds me of something I forgot.
“My goal this summer is to just fall back in love with myself and the world and life again.”
Yeah, I rememeber that this was my goal for last summer. And last year. And the year before. And here I am.
Still not loving me like I used to do and still not loving life again. I’m drowning since nearly two years now and I see nothing better to come. The only reason why I’m still here are my parents but I don’t know how long I can take it. I told them how I feel but they don’t want to believe how serious it is. They don’t believe me but tell me everyday that suicide is so so bad. Just because they don’t know how it feels. Right, I’m only 15 but I feel like sh***. For so long now and day for day it feels worse. But my family say I’m alright. So I’m alright.
I truly hope you feel better
bye