I'm going to tell the truth right now. If Zoey dies, I'm going to pretend like everything is ok. I can't stand being the weak one. I'm tired of people telling me I'm depressed for the attention. I'm tired of my family telling me that my problems are all my fault and that I LIKE to be depressed.
I'm tired of my own brother judging me like he knows me at all. I'm tired of telling people how I'm feeling only to be shoved aside. OR having them giving me the look like I'm losing my mind.
I don't even want to tell anyone what I feel anymore. It gets me nowhere. And I go to therapist after therapist and it gets me absolutely nowhere. Then people have the nerve to say I'm not working to get rid of my depression. Lovely.
But don't worry, I'll be fine I'm screwed...
 lovingthelost · Thu Feb 03, 2011 @ 08:56am · 0 Comments |
