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I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate living. I hate breathing.
I’m drowning. I’m drowning in deep, deep pain. I’m drowning in misery. I’m drowning in my own fucked up thoughts.
I’m dying. I’m dying a very slow agonizing death. It hurts like fuck.
I’m depressed. Very, very depressed. I can’t fall asleep at night; I can’t get up in the morning. When I do wake up, I wake up into a night mare rather than waking up from a nightmare.
I am killing myself. Not even entirely on purpose. I am fat and ugly, so I don’t eat. My pain is so deep that I must let some of it pour out with the blood after the blade has repeatedly come down onto my arms. One day though, this temporary relief will not be enough, and slowly killing myself will not go quick enough…
I am chained. Chained to my emotions, chained to my thoughts, chained to my brain, chained to my pain, chained to the bottom of an ocean of tears-my tears.
I am broken. My insides, my heart, my soul, my body, my flesh, my everything is in a million shattered pieces. It hurts so, so bad.
I am dead: laying in the cold, frozen ground…gone…forgotten…unloved…just plain dead…forever.
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Teachers: take a look at this…
Students: reblog if this is true…
Hw= No life, no friends, depression, no family time, no exercise, getting fat, no social life, no happiness, pounding headaches, over-used brains (especially after a long hard day at school), a good way to get sleep deprived, a good way to forget dinner (especially when you have an eating disorder), a burden, shit, time waster…
Only good thing about it: Hw=a place to doodle how horrible it is where the teacher will see.
Seriously: I do not need 3-4 assignments per class all at once! Cut back on the work load a bit and kids will be more likely do do their hw/pay attention to their hw because then it is not a huge burdan (therefore leading to better grades).
I’m not sure about normal kids that aren’t depressed because I don’t ever remember being one, but for depressed kids, we are already EXTREAMLY lonely and we don’t need hw to take away ALL social life (or little that we have left) away…and when we don’t get our hw done, It probably means that we a) had too much or b) were contemplating suicide or c) both a and b. So don’t go on and tell us how stupid we are for not finishing our hw.
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Sometimes I just get so depressed that nothing in life matters anymore…not even my life, my hobbies, my future, anything. I don’t value my life because I’m not loved, I’m lonely, I’m dumb, I’m fat, I’m fucked up, I cut, I have an eating disorder, there are monsters inside my head, there is too much pain, other people don’t value my life because I’ve been physically and verbally abused, they hate me, they don’t care about me enough to know anything about me…My hobbies don’t matter to me anymore because nothing is fun anymore, and even if something is fun, I’d still rather be dead because the pain out weighs the fun by a million…You know your REALLY depressed when you don’t care a fuck about your future. I used to look forward to it, but now all I see in my future, is my death: death by suicide.
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