So this is my first post. I feel awkward for even telling anyone this but, ... I hate myself. It's hard to explain the feeling you have when you can blatantly say what you've truly felt about yourself for so long. I've tried to tell myself over and over again that, "Only people who don't try to find the good in life are depressed, self-loathing, and alone." "Life is what you make it!" Like an insurance agent, I tried to sell myself these ideas.
There are days when I feel the whole world crashing down on me, and no matter how many times I scream for help, no one listens, no cares. I feel hopeless, and disgusted with my existence. I'm not seeking attention, all I want is for someone to save me from this inevitably hole I seem to be falling in. And, even if no one is able to stop it, I hope that someone would at least realize the pain I suffer everyday.
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18-21, M
Aug 18, 2014