I feel like shit... again...
About 3 years ago, I fell into a depression. Nobody ever knew. Days, weeks, months past. I spent my days wishing I was dead. I felt so unhappy. It's not like I have much to complain about. My life hasn't been perfect, but whose life is? My parents divorced when I was barely born and that's something I've struggled with. in primary school, I got bullied. Now I'm just outcast, but i'm fine with that; well, I'm used to that... . Anyhow, I have a family and friends, everything I need basically. But why can't I just be happy with that? Why can't I love who I am and what I look like? Why do I feel like I am pure evil? Why do I feel like the world is better off without me?
I fell back into a depression. Same story every year, it just gets a little harder to fight each time. I'm tired, so tired. I feel like I lost all my strength. I wish I could tell somebody how I feel.
There is one person on Earth who knows most of it, but she doesn't care. I think she rather have me dead in anyway.
I just needed to spill that out. I'm sorry if my grammar isn't always correct (I'm Dutch...)
Claire