OMG I’M ON THE WRONG ACCOUNT DOM I AM SO SORRY!
HERE’S SATAN DANCING!
I’ve had so many problems in my life because of my depression. I’ve had the love of my life leave me because one night I got suicidal and almost gave up on life. He just got fed up with me constantly talking about suicide. I talked about it so much is because I truly wanted to die but I was scared to try. I felt so worthless. I just wanted somebody to tell me that they cared about me and didn’t want their last sight of me to be me in a casket. I’ve gotten in too many fights with my mom because of me not wanting to do anything because I was do depressed. The worse my depression gets the more help I need which leads to more stress for my mom to set up my treatment stuff. I’ve list friends because of my depression. People have started rumors about me, telling my friends I was dead when I was really in treatment. When I can’t back to school I had one of my friends look at me like he’d seen a ghost. I asked him what he was looking at and he said “you, I thought you were dead”. I almost started crying because it hurt that somebody would tell my friends something so terrible. I have many scars. Too many to count. I can always feel people looking, judging. I rarely go out without lots of bracelets on. My scars are so bad that people think they’re new. When I see a baby I smile and wave, but I can feel their parents look at my arms, I feel ten judging me. No, I don’t cut for attention if I did I would tell people after I do it. No, I don’t tell people o have depression so they feel bad for me. It’s not funny. Depression is a real problem for me. Depression has ruined my life.