When I think things are getting better, they’re really not. It’s possible for me to have a good time, but when it comes down to it, at the end of the day I still feel miserable.
Fuck you. You’re a dick.
For calling me “crazy” every single god damn day.
As if I didn’t know that already?
You think I’m crazy? The sad part is you haven’t even seen the half of it yet.
Try to change your state of mind.
Something drives you to failure.
Complain about your failure.
Regret complaining about it.
Repeat, repeat, repeat
I think I’m seriously depressed, and I don’t know who to turn to. I can’t handle the lack of support from the people in my life, and I can’t handle having to do everything on my own. I can’t talk to anybody because nobody will take me seriously. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve never felt so low.