I feel worthless
Why am I here?
I feel like I could die and it won’t matter.
I feel like nothing matters anymore when you die.
I’m fucking born to grow old and die.
What’s the point if I can’t do this and that?
My grades are shit, I know I won’t make it in the real world. I’m gonna mess up somehow.
I’m tired of crying.
I feel like I have no one.
I feel as if no one honestly cares about me. Like they could care less.
I feel like I’m this huge burden on everyone because I cry so much, because I have no energy to do the easiest things.
because I don’t know what to do. I’m told to suck it up.
I’m told I’m not depressed. And maybe I’m not.
I’m told I’m just bored.
BORED. Yeah I am. Just bored.
Bored enough to not want to face the world every day. To not see anyone because I know they don’t want to see me. They tolerate me.
It’s hard to get up in the mornings, to pull yourself out of bed even though you’ve been awake for 30 minutes but keep pressing snooze on your alarm so you can just hear silence and the breathing of your brother and the snoring of your neighbours on the other side of the wall.
I feel like I’m getting bad again. Really bad. I think if I tell the therapist everything people would watch me more.
I’m tired of feeling this way, I’ve been this way since 4th grade and I feel like each year it’s gotten worse.
Anonymous asked: What's your favorite snack?
Dried Seaweed & popcorn.