I give up. I can’t be bothered waking up everyday to be mooching around my house with the same thoughts going through my head. Faking the smile for people, but inside dyeing. Not being able to attend school because I can’t cope. Not having any friends, just faking the smile for your family because you can’t bear hurting them anymore. Keeping everything to yourself because you trust no one. I just want to get out. I would say whats wrong on here but I can’t I need to get it off to someone.. but who?, I can;t take this no more.
I just feel like no one understands me, I don’t really understand myself but I just wish other people would. I get bullied alot, I get bullied because I am a girl who doesn’t feel comfortable in my own skin, I act like a boy, and hang around with boys because I just can not stand girls and i dont know why! its not that i want to be a boy, at some times i think i do but im not sure! but whatever i just dont get along with girls and its anoying because i get bullied for that. i get bullied for the way […]
i feel like only my body is here. because i am completely empty all the time. all i do is sit in my house, with a self expression of just nothing it doesnt look as if i am in the room. i wont sleep properly because i can’t, i can’t eat, i stopped taking my medication because i just can’t take it it doesn’t make me feel better. i’m going crazy at almost everything, all my friends have gone, i can’t even stick a person being in a room with me for half hour, i’m always completely alone and i’d rather just not be here. […]
That feeling where you are litterally on the edge.. you can not see anything but blackness, nothing is bright no more. It is just dark. All the time. You don’t feel like your getting anywhere.. and you just don’t want to be here. You start to think, maybe all this misery will end if i just end it now it wont take long, all this pain i go through i could end it all, it wouldn’t take long, yeah it would hurt but isn’t it better to just die than face misery everyday. but then when in comes to it theres something that stops you. […]
It just feels like there is no escape from this depression. It feels like im here but for no real reason at all. I can not physically make myself be happy. Im just sad all the time and other people see this so they stay away. Cutting just isn’t helping anymore. The medication isn’t helping anymore. I’ve been thinking about taking an overdose of paracetamol for a few days now. I just don’t have the guts. I wish I did. But i’ve been hurt so many times I don’t want to hurt my mum, because when you hurt it can destroy you. I don’t know […]