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I really am depressed, and I don't care how many people say it's EMO or mainstream of me to say so. It's a disease and it's eating me up. I don't have to take medicine or go to a doctor to know that I'm depressed.
It hurts. Everywhere. It hurts all the time and all over.
I can't get a hold of myself, it's in my brain...my heart. I can't control what I think anymore. When I'm alone, there's nothing I can do to stop the insane idea's that go through my brain.
I can be normal in public and have fun with my friends, but it's getting way to hard to put up that facade.
This world is so screwed up. And the people in it are screwed. Can anybody win? It's a routine that goes in circles. I'm sick of it all, I really really am.
Everybody has there little groups, there cool people, the stupid people, the geeky people. Everybody thinks they're right, and everybody else's opinion of everything else is wrong. It's just screwed up.
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I HATE MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why can't I be NORMAL!? I just don't want to feel this way anymore. I thought these feelings were gone. They never left, I was just covering them up.
I would never kill myself. That's not even in the question. It's just the pain I'm going through is uncontrollable. I sit here in my room and just think, and feel pain, and then think again, and then feel pain again. And my friends are so great, they understand. And then there are the friends that AREN'T so great, and don't understand. Like the stupid people who call me to hang out and I just have to keep making up excuses not to see them and I end up feeling bad but I don't want to GO anywhere.
I can't decide if dance makes it better, or worse. I do feel worse when I'm not dancing, but when I am dancing, all that goes through my brain is "I'm fat, I need to be skinnier like her, I need to be better then that person, I have to prove to everyone that I'm better..." And it's just not HEALTHY. But I can't stop the thoughts!!!!!!
I'm starting therapy. It makes me angry that I have to be the one who ask's for it. Shouldn't my mom just FIGURE it out? I mean, she supposedly "knows" me so well. Can't she tell I'm unhappy? Yeah she can tell that I'm always angry, but that's nothing. She probably just thinks I'm this complete out of control bitch who needs to get her attitude checked at therapy. I tell her it's because of deperession, but she doesn't get it. Nobody does (or atleast it feels that way)
"I never knew emotional pain could hurt so physically"
I came up with that the other night when Erin and I were having this big huge discussion about depression. She's on medications.
It's not some trend, people. Being depressed isn't something that should be "in" or "out" or "cool" or "not cool." It's a frikkin brain disfunction. A chemical inbalance. It's not something you can choose to have. It's not a joke, it's not funny...and it shouldn't be thought of as.
Please don't take any of this personally. This was just a rant that I couldn't keep inside any longer. I really do love all of you...I just need to figure out how to love myself.
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