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19 year old depression sufferer and self harmer. I have trust issues and disordered eating issues.
Trying to get better.
This is where I spill my thoughts and emotions.
liv-ing-dead:

let-the-darkness-consume-me:

die—foramermaid:

Hypochondriac


I’m here if you need someone to talk to x

liv-ing-dead:

let-the-darkness-consume-me:

die—foramermaid:

Hypochondriac

I’m here if you need someone to talk to x

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1 day ago
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godstoy:

This. I must rant:
Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.
I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.

godstoy:

This. I must rant:

Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.

I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.

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2 weeks ago
494,038 notes

I hate talking about the future. I can never see myself in it, for years it has been the same. Why can’t people understand.
I don’t know what I want to do next.
I never have.

5 days ago
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