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Emilyismew
Member
- Apr 7, 2020
- 15
I laid in bed all day thinking. I'm alone but. Not really alone. I choose to be. I feel the depression creeping up. The tingling cold sensation in my skin like pins and needles. My brain yells and makes it go away. But it's addicting and I want more. I miss sad depressed me but hate her at the same time. It's better then being empty inside. I have no reasons to be this way no excuse. Except major depression is no joke and it comes and goes. So I read the sad posts on instagrams. And look at old suicide notes and cutting scenes. And I get dragged into the darkness some more and more. I'm starting to not mind it. And that is dangerous. Anywho yeah