I find myself slipping into old patterns of a new depression. I’m so tired of hurting. I wonder if there is supposed to be happiness for me for more than a fleeting moment. 128 more words
8 hours, 32 minutes
I still mask my feelings, it’s just far easier to pretend,
Keep a smile plastered upon my face, until the day comes to an end. 266 more words
3 days, 23 hours
Everything’s hurting. I’m
Always in a bad place.
Trying to overcome
Never seeming to
Get far enough away.
Dying for perfection.
Insecure from neglect. 88 more words
5 days, 3 hours
Three days ago. (Saturday night) I had a little break down that went on from about 10:00 pm to 2:00 am.
I went into my room, sat on my floor in front of my mirror, and I stared at myself. 319 more words
1 week, 3 days
Church. I can’t do it anymore. I have to take a break.
I don’t belong there, I never have; the only reason I even really try anymore is because that’s what my Nana taught me when I was younger. 152 more words
2 weeks, 1 day
If you’re still here, then somehow, I know that you’re still looking out for me. Thank you. I’m fine. I still experience those days but I’m doing okay, I guess. 198 more words
3 weeks, 1 day