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I pack my bag. A girl approaches me. "I love your jacket! " /I hate my life./ "Thank you! Me too!"                   I hurriedly make my way across the side walk. " I really like your boots."     /I really don't like being alive./ " Thanks! They were at Target!" I glance at my tattered agenda. " I wish I could do make up like you!" /I wish I would get hit by a car. / "Aww, thanks! You can always try watching YouTube makeup tutorials for help!"             /I seriously need help./ I scribble doodles in the margins of my notes. " I wish I could draw like you!" /I wish I could have my life together./ " Thanks, but it's  predominantly in practicing. Draw like you, instead!" I crumple papers with shaking hands. " I dig your sense of style."                 / I wish I had my sense of direction./ "Thanks, that makes me feel nice!" I dig the dirt beneath my jagged nail. " You always look so cute." / I always look for reasons to not **** myself./ "Awh, thanks! I try." I slouch into a computer chair. "You look tired." /I'm tired of  my life./ " I'm actually not. I just have naturally dark circles under my eyes, is all." I glance up at a familiar face. "How are you?" /I'm drowning./ "I'm ...surviving. ."
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
/Thoughts/ (I'm not okay.)
I pack my bag. A girl approaches me. "I love your jacket! " /I hate my life./ "Thank you! Me too!"                   I hurriedly make my way across the side walk. " I really like your boots."     /I really don't like being alive./ " Thanks! They were at Target!" I glance at my tattered agenda. " I wish I could do make up like you!" /I wish I would get hit by a car. / "Aww, thanks! You can always try watching YouTube makeup tutorials for help!"             /I seriously need help./ I scribble doodles in the margins of my notes. " I wish I could draw like you!" /I wish I could have my life together./ " Thanks, but it's  predominantly in practicing. Draw like you, instead!" I crumple papers with shaking hands. " I dig your sense of style."                 / I wish I had my sense of direction./ "Thanks, that makes me feel nice!" I dig the dirt beneath my jagged nail. " You always look so cute." / I always look for reasons to not **** myself./ "Awh, thanks! I try." I slouch into a computer chair. "You look tired." /I'm tired of  my life./ " I'm actually not. I just have naturally dark circles under my eyes, is all." I glance up at a familiar face. "How are you?" /I'm drowning./ "I'm ...surviving. ."
Just another day at university.  I feel myself  drifting away from everyone.
#depression#anxiety#scared#thoughts#suicidal#lying#overwhelmed#lethargic
marina-morales
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marina-morales
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
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