so a few years ago my depression hit me hard. i tried to kill myself, was self harming but no one saw. i started isolating and didn't like to talk. i quit singing which i'm really passionate about. my mom made me 2 appointments with a therapist but cancelled all others after that.
i'm still depressed but i have gotten better at hiding it. sometimes the thoughts build up and my wrist starts begging to be cut or burnt or bruised just so the thoughts will stop.
long story...

Theres one thing I don't understand. My friends tell me to stay strong, keep my head up, ect. But whats the point? I remember after one of my "attempts" my friends told me not to do that ever again, its not worth it. But whats one life going to do? Seriously though. Its not like I was going to do anything productive with my life anyways. I don't see the big deal. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't care if someone comitts suicide. I actually spent awhile bawling my eyes out cause...

It's hard...
Now that Bryan and I are over for good. (Thankfully there's some sense there). But I feel empty. I feel like a crybaby. And everyone else NEEDS me for advice, or help.


You so strong, Hope.

No, I'm not. I cut my thighs everyday, cry myself to sleep.


Or..maybe Ii am strong, with the smiile plastered to my face.


Seeing othee peopl happy is what makes me live.