I can’t imagine cutting myself or committing suicide. I think I could be depressed. I can still laugh, I can still smile, but I don’t like who I see in the mirror and…who I am. I hate myself for being miserable when I have a wonderful family, food, on my table, and expensive items; but I can’t help myself, and I hate myself for that.
I’m confused and stressed. I feel rushed and confused, I’m supposed to “grow up” but the reality is… I don’t want to. I want to be a kid again where I wasn’t self-conscious, stressed, and full of confusion and misery.
I portray my life as an open book, no lies, no secrets, but nobody actually took the time to read my book, nonetheless read it closely enough to discover my secrets and lies, “I’m fine,” “nothing’s wrong,” “I don’t care.” I’m so confused! I try to cry but no tears come, I try to focus but I have a billion things on my mind!
I have a lot of friends and do not appear lonely…at school that is… and maybe I’m not? But when I’m home I feel like I’ve been enveloped by loneliness and I feel, worthless. I long for people to understand me but I fear it at the same time. I know I need help and should tell someone but…I can’t… I just…can’t. I know things will get better but I don’t want to wait for them to get better!