I’m running away from people again.
First time I didn’t have any friends. So it was ok if they didn’t talk to me since I didn’t talk to them.
This time I’ve met so many nice people, but I even catch myself saying  ‘I’m late, we’ll catch up later, right?’ and almost literally running.
I’m out of facebooks and whatsapp groups. I wait some hours or days to text someone back.
Inside, there is that famous phrase ‘help me!’ screaming in repeat. They even know I’m not fine and they want to talk, to make me feel better. So why do I run when I have […]
I’m new here, just discovered the site.
Well, I don’t like to live. Everything to me seems pointless. I know some of you feel the same way and even wrote it here, so I won’t talk much about it.
Fact is somethings distract me from boredom and depression and suicide thoughts. Going out, getting hobbies, improving skills are some ways to make me feel better. But it always end. I always finish a text, finish sewing a plushie finish writting a poem. But I found one thing which keeps making me… not want to live, but it keeps me from wanting to die.
I make people’s life […]