I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s all so standard. I’m not giving up, mom. Lying in bed every day, not caring about anyone who never cared about me. I’m not giving up, dad. Sleeping until 5pm, popping the pills they gave me to relax. I’m not giving up. I just don’t know what to do since you’ve left. If you left, what’s keeping me here? I’m not giving up.
I wonder if anyone’s ever met their husband or wife on a site like this. It’s kind of funny to think about. I don’t want to be one of those posts that tell you my whole story that ultimately leads up to why I’m depressed, suicidal, whatever. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. What do you guys like to do? What kind of stuff makes you happy, and why? What stresses you? I like to listen to music and talk about politics. Dogs and camping make me happy. Church makes me really uncomfortable. I quit public school because it made me have a mental […]