To the people who know me,
I need help so badly, but I don’t know how to ask. I’ve pushed you all away and now I fear that you talk about me, or fear that you don’t and I imagine that you are.
This looming depression, this spaciness and isolation, I’ve been trying so hard to beat. On the outside, I’ve been fighting for people to help one another, to stop bullying, to be accepting. I’ve been telling people to get help. I’ve told them that they can talk to me. It’s true, but I’m all the time hoping someone realizes that I’m the one who needs help.
All the time, I’m begging someone to realize that I need help so freaking badly, because I can’t, won’t, tried and failed, to vocalize it myself. Instead, I’ll only isolate myself more and more and sink even more downward.
-K the cat