I'm back into the depression I was in.
I fucked up again. After trying so hard and trying my absolute hardest, I fuck up.
I feel isolated wether I'm around people or not. I feel different with you two. I feel happy with you too. But of course I fuck up.
I'm so far back into my depression it feels like last summer.
Summer was a mess.
I'm like a rat stuck in a trap trying to escape. Except at this point I wanna be dead.
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From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
