keroppsi
New Member
- Oct 17, 2023
- 2
I remember thinking the most depressed I'd ever be was when I wasnt fearful of the made up monsters under my bed. I wasn't fearful of the darkness and the murderers lurking in it, I was hoping to god that they'd take me away so I wouldn't have to myself. I'm tired of biting my nails stressing over whats in the afterlife. If god was real would he allow this? would he allow me to hate myself with every fiber of my being? I can cross going to heaven off the list of what may happen after I die. I'm tired of living for other people I'm tired of cutting myself just to get some type of feeling im tired of looking in the mirror and sobbing I'm tired of having no social life I'm tired of it all.