“can anybody hear me? or am I talking to myself?”
The Problem is, I know you are reading this and you don’t care either. For this a part of me is glad, and another part of me is terribly sad. I feel broken, like a toy used by a two year old then left in the corner. I’m so sick of my plastic smile I have to hide behind. Don’t open this can of Soda, it will just blow up in your face. I sound like just another whiney internet user, I know. I’m sorry to whomever took time out of the precious life to read this drivel. It really isn’t worth the time.
Long story short: I have been struggling with Depression since I was 11 years old. (I am now 19) but in a group of siblings who drink, experiment with drugs, frequently run away, and all sorts of other crazy I am the support. I hold everyone up. I make the peace.
I’m just so tired. I am just so DONE with trying to help everyone fix their problems then curling up on the floor of my room and sobbing while I slice my arms and legs with scissors. I am tired of feeling lonely all the time.
over and out.