life sucks. is that a surprise anymore? i don't think it is. i shouldn't be surprised when i have a good day and then a bad year. life is constantly sucking, no matter what. there's no "good" there's only "not bad".
despite cosntant antidepressants, these thoughts refuse to leave my head. my therapist says that they should help soon, but soon isn't coming soon.
why am i depressed? i ask myself that everyday. i know it's my fault. it has to be, right? it's not like anything bad has happened in my life. and, even though i hate them, my parents wouldn't do something like this to me. so i did it to myself. but how? and why?
i need to stop thinking but i can't. if i stop thinking i'll get scared by the nothingness. there's no winning. there's no light, it's only void. i sound like an angsty teenager. maybe it's because i am one. maybe it's because it's true.
i love my cat. her purring makes me feel better. my parents hate her. my sister hates her. i'm the only one who likes her. but it's okay, shes the only one that likes me. we're each other's only ones.
i wish i could go to sleep. but the thoughts won't go away.
i just want to sleep.
please.
please.
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skinny ghost
Teen Fiction"you know smoking causes you to die earlier, right?" "why do you think i do it?" daniel is your average seventeen year old; suicidal, depressed, and constantly anxious. he hates his family - even his little sister who's like, three - and his only so...
