That the people I care most about don’t care about me at all.

im worryed when i go out in public places some ones going to hurt me or kill me.

My “friends”

I hate every part about me. From my shoulders, to my arms, to my thighs. I hate it all.

My grad is in a week and I have cuts on my arms….

I worry that people read my thoughts, and can see what I’m thinking…

I worry about tomorrow, and days and days after that. I self diagnosed myself with Panic disorder, but I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone. Not even my school counsellor! I worry that they won’t be able to help me cope with self harm, suicidal thoughts, anxiety attacks, etc… 🙁 but I know they can and will, I just worry and think too much.

I’m just a worthless prick, just like my dad said

I need to be a better person.

I keep thinking no one will ever be able to help me get past this crying and hurting myself all the time

That my best friend won’t be my best friend if they see my scars

…yea

That I will not be able to give my child the life they deserve cause I can’t even take care my own

My brother is currently being assessed for a mental illness and I am worried that this runs in my family. I worry that maybe I’m not normal either?

The fact that all I can do when I become a legal adult and move out is to become a wage slave to Capitalist old money pigs who hoard their wealth and have the audacity to say that OUR greed, of the people who toil to make it so, is hurting the economy as we ask for a raise of the minimum wage. I’m scared of the fact that white people are a minority (8% of global population), and yet it is only countries with these people as original inhabitants that need more black people and etc, etc. I feel like ‘Diversity’ is ruining Europe and that everything’s coming down around us as we speak.

My anxiety makes me think of every day as bad because there’s always one embarrassing/sad/messy moment. That’s just life but it deeply irritates me.

I only feel good after i cried for hours and have nothing left in me . When my breathing is heavy and im in the dark because only a half of me is down and my pain is what makes me better. I cant stand to see someone elses because i feel pain every day. I dont want anyone to start. I used to love life and smile every second now I do a fake smile so people dont worry. I have a heavy feeling in my chest but i wear a fake smile and try to hold my head up high to be diying inside

I tell people i am happy my chest hurts every day. I am never happy. When was the last time I shone a real smile. When my mom ask if im going through depression i say no

Im stopping talking because tou cant say anything you are not supposed to if you dont. If i get better from depression i will talk and smaile again. My life will never be the same. It has not been the same scence the first hit nine years ago

I dont get why i try or wake up. It is to hard. I am tired of being strong. Telling people im fine. I hate life. I never will