Wanna cut my arms. Probably not gonna do it though.
I feel trapped. Inside of my own skin. My own body. The house is dark, gloomy, boring, I don’t know what to do. Everything is boring.
Hello all. I am new to the website. Recently I’ve had depressive moments to the point in where I wanted to leave the world. I was ready to overdose today, but I felt guilty when it came to thinking about leaving my boyfriend and friends. I convinced myself that I have to die, in order to end the suffering and bad thoughts. But alas, here I am. I hate being alive. We are to be in charge of our own lives yet we can’t take it away…hmmm.