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I really... don’t know how to handle anything anymore..

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don’t know how to live life with the overbearing weight of my doubts anymore, especially when people around me just reaffirm them...

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living in a house where nothing I say is respected is great. can’t talk about anything even remotely controversial without my words being twisted. can’t engage in any kind of societal conversation without being belittled. I’m not some stupid little girl pulling this shit out of her ass. I have valid points, and it’s infuriating when I can’t even be heard.

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I’m strung between this need to cry and to sleep for the next 50 years without break.... let me tell ya, that shit is exhausting. I wish it would just end.

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wonder when my life will start looking better... it’s always just more of the same with no end in sight. everyone who tells me it gets better can’t point to what my better is, and I’ve given up trying to figure out what that is.

[tosproutwords]

Every single day sees another piece of my spirit suffocate into oblivion. The loneliness is a match in my chest, alighting everything with its dull burn, and I no longer know how to function alongside this feeling...

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced… . It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad.”

— J.K. Rowling

[shitsfuckedlmao]

I am at a point where I’m so done and alone that I can physically feel my sadness

[that-depressed-stoner]

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I desperately wish I had the confidence in myself to just go to one of my friends and ask them to listen to me vent for a little while.... I’m starting to fray apart with all this bullshit in my life, and it’s all I can do to keep it internal anymore. I want to cry and scream and be frustrated so that maybe I can keep going for another day, week, month.

[tosproutwords]

Why in the world am I still alive?

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You would never think I’m 23 by the way I’m treated. Everything I do is wrong, like some child with no life experience under her belt. I’m not even go into how much I’m yelled at, because as awful as that is, the belittlement that underlies everything is worse. Like... I don’t necessarily want to be an adult and hold those heavy responsibilities, but at the same time you can’t fucking keep controlling me.

[shelovesplants]

Loving they’re coloring 🙏🏻🌵💕🙏🏻🌵💕

[foodfuck]

honey, thyme and sweet cherry grilled brie

[tosproutwords]

I have many days where I crave affection and dream of finding some s/o that can provide that along with all the love I could ever want. But more often, I look at who I am, the life I live, the kind of person I’m forced to be, and I understand why I’m as alone as I am. No one deserves to have to deal with all that is me. No one deserves to have to put up with the constant bullshit that is my own internal mind and external environment. It makes me wonder if I’m destined to be someone with very few people in her life... It doesn’t seem to be going any other way and just looking at myself validates that.

[tosproutwords]

My lows always feel worse when they come right after a good moment... I hate that it’s starting to feel inevitable, this overwhelming urge to just end everything. What’s the point if I can’t even fully appreciate the few decent points I have left in my life...? I can’t answer that anymore.