i wish everybody cared more. i believe everybody is on their own path and judging somebody is mistaking their ego for who they really are. but sometimes it’s hard to not look at some friends and think DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHOP/SMOKE/DRINK
Despite, in theory, everything going really well in my life I am more depressed that I ever have been. Not always, just most of the time.
I’m scared to admit it, incase I curse it, but I think I’m on my way to real, genuine and true happiness.
I am ashamed of how my vagina looks. And I’m ashamed of being ashamed.
I really, really, really don’t want to be alive anymore. I mention this (quite subtly) a fair amount. No one has noticed that I’m not joking.
i tell some people i have mild depression – the doctor did say it seemed like it – but what if im being dramatic and all this time ive been just as sad as everybody else is. the thought makes me so embarrassed and disgusted with myself
I have flashes of doubt and suddenly think “… they all hate me”
I can’t remember what motivates me anymore. I can’t remember if I was ever motivated or even happy. I feel so lost I don’t know what to do next. I don’t know what I want anymore. Help.