I am depressed I hate my life. I don’t even understand why I’m so depressed, It’s just that I am. EVERYTHING MAKES ME SAD. I don’t even like doing things I used to. I want to be happy, I don’t have anything to not be happy about. I enjoy cutting myself to numb the pain I’m feeling inside and I’d rather be locked in a room crying all day. This isn’t me. I use to love being outside and with friends, now the thought of it is repulsive. If I’m going to depressed I at least want a reason to be. You know what I mean? Maybe I should look deep inside and see if there really is something bothering me, I can’t be depressed for no reason, right?
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