depression
It's not always at 3am.
Sometimes it could be 3pm , while your with your friends. and half way through a laugh.
I hate myself.
I can't even talk to my boyfriend without tears threatening to fall. I wish I didn't exist.
Fuck, I'm so ugly.
Why do I always lie and act like everything is okay? Its not okay, it never was.
.....
I don't matter.
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