I think this is the most depressed i've been in my life but i think i've just normalised it so much it's normal.
I've never cared less about anything then right now.
Today i tried stabbing a pen in my neck and i imagined me dying.
I'm so fucking sad and lonely but if you looked at me i seem normal.
I constantly wanna die not to die but to just get away from here.
I have no clue wtf i was talking about before because i did not even know the tip of depression when i first started writing.
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Me and my feelings
Short StoryMy haunted mind and it's ghost coming out on paper. TW a lot of stuff about depression, death and insecurities.