One of the worst things ever is being told by the person you thought was your best friend that you are stupid for not being able to talk to them about your problems and that it's babyish that you never talk to someone first. I'm sorry that I don't talk about my problems. They are so small and don't matter. You ask me why can't I just say, " hey I have a problem can I talk to you about it?" I can't say it because in reality I don't know what my problem is anymore. I don't even know why I'm sad. I just am.
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Depression and self harm quotes and poems.
PoetryNot all of these are mine. So I do not take any credit for the ones I didn't write. WARNING:Some content could be triggering. If you are easily triggered PLEASE DO NOT READ.
