When I'm isolated from everyone else, I stare at the wall and feel my whole world crashing down, as dramatic as that may sound.
I can never feel happy being me, I have no idea why though, but I just hate everything to do with me. I want nothing more than to end it all but I can't find the courage to do so, and I also don't want to leave my family, they're my world, they've been with me through thick and thin and I can't ask for a better family.
But I just don't feel like living another painful day here, no matter how much I love the people around me. And yes I talk about myself a lot, I'm self centred and stupid and I self pity myself a lot, I don't deserve half the things I'm privileged to own but I guess that's me.
School is a pain; I don't get bullied, but some people pick on me from time to time, so I have no real reason to feel so down all the time but I can't help it, I just want to cry. I feel depressed and worthless and I can't seem to cheer up.
I needed to update so I'm sorry for this short af chapter, and sorry for being a shit writer.