Me and my feelings

Comfort

When i first started writing in this book. I thought i knew depression, loneliness and the effects of it.

Now i realise i was talking about a country i had not visited yet.

Depression has never hit me harder than now, i mean seriously i'm fine because i'm so used to the idea of depression.

My sadness comforts me, keeps me going in a sense.

I'm so fucking miserable letting go of the one thing cause it will just hurt me more.

I constantly want to die. I constantly want everyone around me to die. I want to peel my skin off till i'm flesh and bone.

I live tho, i make ppl happy and i hide my skin.

I wouldn't say i'm unhappy because there are times where i am happy. I would just say I'm constantly uncomfortable and so when the time i am happy i'm not fully happy but the times i'm upset the uncomfortable of the situation comforts me more.

I'm sick and idk from what. All i know is that i'm fucking depressed and i now know it.