Do you guys just wish you were never born..I do. I wish I never had to experience any of this. Is all this suffering worth it?? I’m so fucking tired just let me sleep forever.
Please can someone please talk to me. I don’t want to be alone. I can’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do. I don’t have anyone to go to.
I am worthless.
Please just someone kill me. Please.
I hate it so bad. Somebody kill me. I don’t think I can love. I’m such a horrible person. I feel like crying every minute of my life, but I don’t want to.
I always wake up asking myself what’s the point of still being alive. Why should I even do anything.
Am I worth it
I’m stressed again. I feel so worthless. What am I doing. I should’ve died like 8 years ago, I wish I did. I was young and didn’t try hard enough. Why can’t I end it now.
It’s hard, being alone all the time. Even if I’m with someone physically I still feel alone.
What does being happy mean to you guys? I want to learn how to be happy so I can make someone else happy. My depression always gets in the way. I just want to be happy. I want to know what happiness feels like. Can you fall in love when you don’t love yourself?
I miss my grandma. I wish I could hold her hand again.
Why do I have to feel this way everyday. I’m so sick and tired of crying. I have no one to talk to. They’re all using me. This is my only way to let my feelings out. I don’t think I should hold them in anymore. But I don’t want to be here. I miss my grandma. I don’t want to be alone anymore.
I’m so disappointed in myself.
I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t live like this, with my depression. I don’t think I was meant to be happy. How am I supposed to keep going?? What’s the point. I hate everything. What am I supposed to do with my life? Seriously.
Do you guys ever feel that cold sensation go through your entire body. It usually happens when I’m extra depressed.
I hate my life. I hate being alone. I hate people. I hate my face and my body. I hate that I’m not brave enough to kill myself.
Why the fuck am I still alive.
Why is it so hard for me. I can’t find happiness in anything. I don’t think I could ever be happy. I hold on to things that I shouldn’t and if I find something that makes me happy, my mind reminds why I shouldn’t be happy. That voice that takes anything positive and turns into a negative. When I was younger I would pray to god and tell him to please please kill me in my sleep. I don’t think I could ever be happy. I used to tell myself “next year will be better,” I’ve said that for 5 years. I don’t think my […]
I don’t see the purpose of being alive.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
What the hell is the point of waking up and doing anything? Seriously, I don’t understand. Why should I do this, why should I do that. What is anything for? I try to wake up early and get things done and work out, but for what. I’m going to do the same tomorrow. There is no point in doing anything. Everyday I ask myself “What am I still doing here, why am I still here.”