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Jan 2020
My mental health is deteriorating and I've found no sense of help.
Still got urges to grab a blade and carve poems to my skin
I'm fighting so much it's rare for me to pretend.
I'm fine.
I promise I'm okay.
I'll eat (maybe not today)
******* depression ******* anxiety
What are you doing to me?
Why go to therapy?
"How do you feel"
***** I just can't deal
Just a waste of my weekly salary.
"How can you redirect the situation?"
**** it what do I have to pretend to get out of this session.
Should I manipulate?
Seriously man I don't feel great.
I'm hungry but I can't eat I don't have the motivation
**** the world for telling me I'm not ever enough
Dealing with this is so ******* tough
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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