Shut the fuck up because you don’t understand unless you’ve been where I’ve been.
You can try to understand but you just can’t unless you’ve cut into your skin, become so depressed that it affects you physically, contemplated suicide, stopped eating, or whatever fucking else people like me do or feel.
You DON’T understand that shit just doesn’t get better. I don’t wake up suddenly one day feeling like everything is fucking okay for once.
Depression is a mental illness caused by chemical imbalances in the brain. There are times when I really can’t help but feel like shit.
People like you see the world for what you hope it will be.
I see the world for how it really is.
I post about how depressed I am or what fucked up things are running through my head then cover it up with reblogs because I loathe myself. I’m just gonna leave this here though. Because I’m fucked up. Because I need help but I don’t fucking want it but I need it. Because sometimes it feels good to know that people care. But at the same time I know that no one cares so leaving this here means nothing. But you wanna know what I wanna do right now? I wanna do something I haven’t done in a long ass fucking time. I wanna get a razor blade and smooth my fingers across it thinking “should I really do this” and gently drag it across my arm careful not to actually cut my skin. I want to give myself the chills. Then I want to keep dragging it over in the same spot putting a little more pressure on my skin each time. Then I wanna pull my skin apart when it’s nice and deep and watch the blood bubble up and slowly pour itself down my arm and hand. Yeah. That’s right mother fuckers. I hate everything right now (: