Depression Round 2
It’s coming back. I can feel it. It’s in my mood, my mannerism, the way I think. I’m falling back into my depression. I thought I had escaped, but do we ever really escape? Everyone around me is fake. I’m lonely. I’m not sure if I’ll survive this round.
Watching people greet theirs friends after the New Year is depressing. They hug, and laugh, and this is something that won’t happen to me. No one cares if I’m back. No friends really care.
i very much hate myself at night.
Knowing that no one will read this, I need to vent. I hate my life. Not the “oh woe is me, my girlfriend broke up with me” hate my life, but the actual I despise myself and 90% of the people I know. Last year, I fell into a depression and I don’t think I ever really got back out of it. I’m lost. Why this happened is a story in itself, but that was only really the match to...
Who am i?
this question i ask myself so often these days. not the normal “whats my name” sorta who am i, but more the “why am i here, what will i do, what should i do?” i’m no the popular kid, nor the geek in the basement, i am just in the middle, invisible. i dont know where to go from here. what is one supposed to do when they are unsure of everything, let alone who they are?
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thesearemyyconfessions: Tell Carlos I love him . More than anything in the world . My heart will honestly always belong to him , I don’t care if I’m young . & I’m so sorry but I just can’t handle this anymore …. He’s all I had and I completely lost that forever . I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you . I’m sorry I can’t… Wow.
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Why must i fall into depression so often? And why must it be now, at the start of my week off…
Fact: I have extremely low self esteem.
Met an interesting guy today, and learned he’s a douchebag. And the entire time that i sat and listened to him talk, with my fake smile on, all i could think was “its guys like you that ruin the good girls for guys like me”. And while he continued, the perfect girl laughed and gave him advice; advice that will possibly crush another girls heart. Goes to show, even those we think...
I love how “one of those days” can end up being a really good day. Surprises are nice.
Why are all the good girls i know taken? Or if they arent taken, they are complaining about assholes, and blind to the good guys right in front of them. Good guys never get the girl.
Still waiting for that happy part of this “wonderful life” to start.
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That great feeling when the people you thought were friends ignore you.
Thats what it is. Its torture to see her. Torture to hear her. To hear her laugh, being happy. Why does she get to hurt me so, break me down, and walk away happy? She ruined me. And it doesnt matter to her.
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