I know i won’t leave my bedroom
I know i lay down all day
I know i don’t go out
I know i don’t eat
I know i’m messy
I know i’m disorganized
I know i’m doing bad in school
you don’t have to remind me i tell myself everyday. I ******* hate it too.
I hate feeling hopeless and depressed
I hate not even having energy to leave my room
I hate not being able to laugh with the inevitable wave of sadness that comes
I hate not having friends i can go out with anymore
I hate feeling numb and overwhelmed all the time
I know it seems like the bare minimum
But for the love of God
I’m trying to ******* stay alive.
It’s okay though, i hate me too.