Everytime my life gets better, it gets twice as bad after that. Like I’m taking 1 step forward and two steps back. It’s pointless. I still don’t see the point in living. I am trying to get help for my depression. It’s been about a year now, and still, no one knows.
And what really pisses me off is when people say suicide is selfish, and they expect you to stay alive just so they won’t feel guilty. So you can be their mannequin. But they have no idea what you’re going through. They don’t know what it’s like to struggle to survive. If they had […]