I don’t believe in the saying, “fake it ’til you make it”. You wanna know why? Because it’s complete bullshit. I can fake being strong, I can fake being happy, I can fake being safe. But I will never, ever be any of those things. I don’t think that I’ve gotten enough credit as an actor, honestly. I’m much better than most of the people who deserve to be on this planet at acting. I just wish that someone would notice me and care enough to try and save me.
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Dying Inside
Hi.I’m New Here And I’m Glad I Found This Site.I Can Relate To Almost Half The Posts I’ve Read Here.Dying Inside,Dead,Suicidal Attempts And Fantasies.During The Day,I’m ur Typical 20year Old Girl.Popular,Socialite,Pretty Slim,Bubbly.Heck I Make The Jokes Half The Time.But The Nights..The Nights Are The Worst.The Real Me Emerges.A Pretty,Empty Vessel,Disturbed Girl,So Broken,So Torn.I Used To Self Mutilate Becoz The Pain I Inflicted On The Outside Was Better Than The One I Felt Inside.Sometimes(all the time)I Just Wanna Sleep And Never Wake Up,I Dont Want To Do Anything Or See People.I Question Anyone That Claims To Love Me.Becoz I Love Myself.Infact,I Hate Myself.So Its Really Difficult […]
Hey.
This is my first entry. I’ve never really been good with describing my pain or how I feel. So, bare with me, okay? I live in Montreal, Canada. My parents aren’t married and they have four kids, myself included. This has a lot to do in my life so it’s important that you note this.
I began to feel depressed when I was ten. My older sister, Veronica, was the main reason to my bullying. She always pushed me around and made me feel like shit. You might say that everyone feels like this at one point, right? Possibly. But what made this worst was that […]
Everyday it seems to be getting worse and worse. I’m coming to the end of this pointless life that I have been attempting to live but it’s all too much. The final goodbye, it just a breath away.
Some days it’s easy to hate the reality of your own existence. Some times it’s simple to think there isn’t a point to getting by and getting on with life. Some how it’s simple to die on the inside.
Sometimes…but not always. Sometimes people bring you back from the brink- a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a best friend etc… Until they leave me also.
I used to think that it would take some kind of life altering event to cause someone to spiral down the rabbit hole of depression, that people were born happy or content and then we’re twisted by the world around us.
The more I think […]