
Someday_Somehow32
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- Jul 20, 2022
- 90
He's my favorite singer, I was happy for almost a year counting down the day of the concert. I daydreamed how it would go and kept telling myself how fun it would be. Then it came and I was anxious and unhappy. I sat in my seat watching this guy that I was putting all my faith in and I just felt nothing... the entire time nothing felt real. That I would wake up and not be here. I kept pinching my skin with some thought that it woudl wake me up.
It's almost like my depression just overtook me, I couldn't get my stupid mind out of space. I couldn't feel my joy. This concert was the one thing keeping me from killing myself for a whole year and it did nothing.
Even the day after I just couldn't feel the joy I should have, I could hardly even remember the concert.
This was suppose to be the happiest moment of my life, I fucking hate myself for not being happy.
It's almost like my depression just overtook me, I couldn't get my stupid mind out of space. I couldn't feel my joy. This concert was the one thing keeping me from killing myself for a whole year and it did nothing.
Even the day after I just couldn't feel the joy I should have, I could hardly even remember the concert.
This was suppose to be the happiest moment of my life, I fucking hate myself for not being happy.