It’s so messed up. I don’t even know why I’m doing this. I guess the reason I want to die is because metaphorically I’m dying inside already, and I want life to end before I’m dead in there.
I’m an angry teenager too young to be classified as a teenager. The pain hurts. I want to cut myself like I did before when I had no reason to, and now I have reasons to and somehow I can’t bring myself to do it.
My relatives hate me because I’m silent, “unfilipino”, different. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen them ignore me. Ironically, I’ve […]
I’m the last person anyone would think to be like this. People think I’m everyone’s weird, wild, funny friend…and that’s what hurts the most. And it’s so hard to tell someone you’re depressed. I told some of my friends and they thought I was crazy or stupid. I remember getting really, really hurt by what someone said to me… Try being depressed when you start at the age of eleven.
There used to be a feeling that I could not describe, but it happened to me daily. It wasn’t normal, I knew that. I don’t know, it felt like someone was sitting on […]