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Do grade 12th kids not realize they'll prolly never meet each other again..????

Teachers be like why isn't your camera on bro I'm in middle of a breakdown let me be

I don't have daddy issues, my daddy has issues.

Me pretending to happy ( singing in a low voice, jump walking) so that my family doesn't hit me for being sad: 🤡

Hi I'm alive, tho i certainly dont feel like it

If you're friends w someone you know did me wrong, honey you're NOT my friend.

His slightest movements scare the life inside me. His voice raises a note and mine cracks like the old door. His hands move towards me and i start preparing for my last breath.

If you believe women are humans who deserve rights and misogyny is harmful, you're a feminist. If you're not, no fucking need to talk to me. Thank you.

Honestly, I'm just a text away. Text me anytime, 11 in the day? 3 in the night? I'll reply in a sec like yes baby what do you need? I'm so textable. <3

I'm being consumed by my depression.

The fact that the system is doing practically nothing, while my people die every passing minute, is eating me alive. The fact that lives are being lost only because of ignorance, neglect and greed of the system is horrendous. The system has failed us. Oh the intensity by which i feel like standing up and stopping all this.

But instead i lay here, wondering what this weird chest pain and lump in my throat is. I lay here, being consumed by my depression.

Staying alive is too exhausting for me to be doing daily.

#anxiety #depression #sad life #positive vibes

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I can feel anxiety in my stomach. It's making me sick. I wanna get over it

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It far worse now. These chest pains, lump in my throat, idk if it's from the virus or the excessive anxiety it's causing. Either way, I'm too tired. Too tired to function and think normally. The light at the end of the tunnel is from burning souls and funeral pyres. Someone save me. Save my people. It's too much.

I'm homesick and idk what or where home is.

I'm too depressed to function normally.

The dalgona coffee era of quarantine seems like an eternity ago

Things I'd like to say to my dad, but don't have the courage:

I'm doing all i can. I'm 16 and I'm trying. Just because you don't see me studying doesn't mean i don't study. I'm cramming all these things that would never help me into my memory. I'm stuck on getting 92% for past two years. I'm trying to improve. I left my friends because you wanted me to. I don't even look at boys because you don't me to. If i cannot bring you 99.8% results at least i can give you my loneliness if that makes you happy. Remember that time when i was 12-13 and you refused to listen to my version of what happened and locked me in a room and beat me up with that bamboo stick that broke while you were hitting me? I do. The scars remained for days on my skin, months on my heart and forever in my psyche. But I'm still trying to be perfect for you. When even younger you told me girls don't laugh loud and talk loud. You'd shout everytime i spoke loudly even if it was in a happy way. I couldn't feel my voice for years. Now that I've started to feel it again you're suppressing it again. I'm lonely, staying up till 3am trying to fill the void i feel and shedding tears while writing this in the middle of the night and all you care about is my maths grades. I hate maths (I'm not very good at it) but i chose a science-maths stream because you wanted me to. I love you a lot but i get scared when you get back from work. I dread Sundays. I really love you and know you work very hard for us and feel happy when you get a day off but i get scared. Instead of helping me out or even trying to figure out why, i bit nails for all my life you decide to scold, abuse, rant and hit me for it, until i couldn't bear to look at my own fingers, to an extent that it became a habit for me to hide my hands for everyone who could possibly see them. Few months back you slapped me because i didn't the door bell and my glasses broke, just before my class. I guess you do this out of possesiveness but it's suffocating me. I don't feel anything anymore. But I'm still trying.

I can feel anxiety in my stomach. It's making me sick. I wanna get over it

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