i feel like everyday is passing by so quickly. like everyone is passing me by while i sit and wait for people to notice. at first, i couldn’t stop crying for reasons i can’t explain. now, i feel no numb all i do is just sit on my bed and contemplate life. “why am i here? i didn’t ask to be here.”
i don’t want to die and i wouldn’t consider myself as suicidal, but let’s just say if i were to be put in a life-threatening situation, i wouldn’t exactly try to escape from it.
also, i recently started cutting myself. i see why others do it now.
i know i have depression (or some related mental illness).
yet, the saddest part is, i’m only in middle school.
