The effects of suicide on family and friends.
There’s so much I want to say. It’s literally stressing me out. I am 15, and I am world weary. I am a zoo animal trapped behind glass, never existing with the world. Always apart. There are people living right now, but I can never exist with them. I have no motivation to do anything anymore. I am a pathological liar. I have misophonia. I am SO insecure. My family used to be homeless, and I feel guilty that we aren’t anymore. I feel like a fake-I suck at being normal; I don’t fit in with the misfits. I think I have mild OCD. My […]