Twist and ties are caught in my throat. I feel like I'm nothing but a failure of a human being. Weak and useless. And it over nothing. Anxiety and depression has me chained down to the cold hard ground others call life, and makes me feel like I'm an empty carcass. It's hard to make others happy. My mother, father, my mentors and my peers. I bottle up all of these negitive emotions until I'm put on the spot. Then the glass that contains these wretched emotions breaks and sends them in waves of weakness. I hate it. All of it. Why have I been conditioned to be so weak. So useless. Nothing but a machine that makes others happy. Then, when I try to make myself happy, I question myself "is this really happiness? Will I even succeed or am I wasting my time?" Is one really supposed to feel so broken?
How can one person seen so happy yet be so broken?
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Emotion Writing
Randomthis is a look into what's apart of my thoughts and what I do to stop anxiety/depression
