Depressed

Depressed

My own words explaining my feelings. Ignore the wrong grammar and stuff, I will write this when I'm crying; when I'm sad; late in the night or early in the morning... We'll see.

published on December 19, 201553 reads 18 readers 6 completed
Chapter 1.

Sad Sad SAD

Me, I feel so depressed, but no one understands i feel so alone, I am scared to tell others i feel alone and sad i cry every day but no one notices. i fake smile maybe if i keep it up like this, maybe i'll feel like this in rl but no it's never happening, life is retarded. I listen to sad songs and depressing ones. I am sharin this with you guys but do you all even care? NO! NO! NO!!!! I may have 54 followers but do you even care? No,you don't. It's logic. You may like my qfeast personality but in rl i suck, it's the truth. I'm a f*cking loser and you should all hate me and quickly unfollow me. At school everyone hates me, I suck and I cut every day and at school i hurt and desperatley grab a plastic knife or the exacto knife from the art room and hide in a stall, in the bathroom. Drawing beautiful, bloody pictures over my hips and wrists. It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm numb.




I. Am. Numb.
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Lucky_Queen
I had no idea... Depression sucks. *hugs you*
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Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde
*weak smile* Thanks... I appreciate it.
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Lucky_Queen
I'll make a private page and PM you the link or soething. It won't kill me to open up the conversations tab for a moment.
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Thug_Life_As_A_Blonde
Okay... it'll be hard since you can't PM...
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Lucky_Queen
No problem. Anytime you want a talk, need a friend, a listening ear, whatever... I'm here. I want to do whatever it takes to help.
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