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This is actually comforting in a way. To know that I’m not the only one who has laid in bed for hours, trying to will myself to blink out of existence.
This one hurts
it is always hard for me to get out of the bed.. but I have to since I have no choice.. I have a responsibility which makes me more depress.. and the more I want to quit my job.. the more I realize I can’t.. and thus makes more miserable…
All i want is to somehow just delete my very existence… Everything would be so much easier. Maybe my mother wouldn’t have gotten pregnant at 15. Maybe my father wouldn’t have left when i was 3 months old. Maybe my mom would’ve had extra money now. Maybe she would’ve married and had a white-picket-fence life.
Maybe there would be happiness in her life.
Instead, theres me. A 16- year old parasite.