Just wanna cry
I don't know what's going on with my body but I've been hurting non stop... crying over everything, blowing up at myself over the smallest stresses... I just... don't feel right... nothing I do brings me joy anymore... I feel like no one likes me and is just tolerating what I say... I can't draw, can't paint, I can barely write this. My own mom couldn't make me dinner cause she was tired and I'm over here feeling like she actually meant it as I'm a complete burden to her...
I don't know what to do and everything I try does nothing but worsen... I can't go to anyone cause mom doesn't fuckin believe anything I say about my mental health, dad doesn't fuckin know anything, and everytime I bring myself up to friends I can see that I'm talking too much about myself and making them feel bad...
At this point I just want my creativity back cause it's the only thing bringing me joy...
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