Depression, social anxiety, idk what else. I cut, I’m lost and hopeless, living on the thought that life amuses me a little.. killing myself would mean I don’t get to be “entertained” anymore. Entertained… more like watching a miserable world do it’s thing. I don’t even feel like me, I feel like someone outside of me, watching in. I don’t care to much anymore.. but I hate attention, I hide everything, that’s all I really care about anymore, is getting away. I’ve lost hope, I don’t know about my future, which everyone pressures me on that I should know.. I don’t know, I’m done trying […]
