I Battle Depression
It's been awhile. I deleted all my stories awhile back, and I need to vent, so I apologize for the rant.
It seems like no matter what I do, I just can't win. Sure, I'll be happy for a day or two, then I just come crashing back down. Thoughts of cutting and just ending it all are constant, no matter how much I try not to.
Every time I look in a mirror, I hate what I see, no matter how much I lift, how little I eat, or what people say; my appearance disgusts me to the core. I used to starve, but I don't even have the willpower to do that anymore.
Obviously, no one gives a shit what happens to me. I'm invisible, insignificant. Completely and utterly alone. I want peace. If it's in death, is it really so bad?
It seems like no matter what I do, I just can't win. Sure, I'll be happy for a day or two, then I just come crashing back down. Thoughts of cutting and just ending it all are constant, no matter how much I try not to.
Every time I look in a mirror, I hate what I see, no matter how much I lift, how little I eat, or what people say; my appearance disgusts me to the core. I used to starve, but I don't even have the willpower to do that anymore.
Obviously, no one gives a shit what happens to me. I'm invisible, insignificant. Completely and utterly alone. I want peace. If it's in death, is it really so bad?