Is it normal for your friends to trash talk behind your back? Or make passive aggressive comments to you?
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Is it normal for your friends to trash talk behind your back? Or make passive aggressive comments to you?
I hate myself for being this depressed. I don’t want to feel this way anymore.
I wish they’d understand my depression isn’t a phase.
No better feeling than giving myself what I know I deserve
I’m so tired of hating myself. When will it end.
At this point, I’m just trying to get through each day. It’s just so tiring, I want to give up.
I don’t want to be alive anymore. I don’t want it to get better, I just want it all to be over. I’ve never felt so alone and trapped inside my thoughts.
I wonder what I would think about if I didn’t have suicidal thoughts 24/7.
uhhhhm , am I the only that can’t look at normal things without imagining how to kill myself with it?
I could literally go a whole week without talking to a single person and nobody would notice.
Hoping this will get the job done.
I’m sad
I wish someone would understand how much I truly want to die.
Sometimes the numbness and emptiness is unbearable to live with. I wish I could cry just so I could feel something again.
I would just like to know at what point in time did I become this fucked up?
Sometimes when I’m in class, I like to fantasize about how bad I’m going cut and mutilate my body later.
I wish my friends really knew what it was like to have depression. Instead of asking how I am, they just ignore me until I come out of my depressive episode.
It makes me feel like shit.