I’m trying. I’m trying.

Hey it’s me, yo boi depression

Sometimes I’m fine. Sometimes I’m not.

Me

Me: (has nothing to do while laying in bed at night)

Brain: go to sleep!!!!!!!!

Me:???

This is just something I wrote in the fifth grade.

I’m tired of being tired which is exhausting

Ah, shit.

To be happy, you have to be content. So I guess I’ll never be happy.

Having anxiety and depression at the same time is not wanting to do anything and give up on everything but also worrying that you will fail and your future will be ruined

Fuck it all

Me: shares anything personal

Also me: regrets it immediately

I’ve been worse. I’ve been A LOT worse. But even if I have gotten slightly better, even if I’m not as bad as I was, I still have nights or days where everything fucking hurts.

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to kill myself, I just want to stop existing and I can’t explain it

I could feel myself slipping again and that made it worse