not sure how to describe this but, as an 11 year old people may think that i’m still growing up and i wouldn’t understand. anyways, i’m just gonna get to the point. i’m on the verge of suicide. no matter what i do, i always feel sadness deep inside. i’m the ‘therapist’ friend of my group and they’re barely there for me anymore so i just bottle it all up until somebody checks up on me in which, nobody does. i can’t seem to care about anything anymore. i just want and need affection. i love the idea of love very much but growing up with all this trauma made me think that i am incapable of it. i’m so disgusting and not so pretty. crying for me has became more intense and the voices in my head are booming. i want to kill myself so bad.
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