flying rain
19-03-2008, 05:58 AM
I was gone for awhile. I guess I was kind of scared to post on here, not entirely sure why.
But I need to say somethings. I'm at a horribly low point in my life now. I'm doing horrible in college (GPA below 3.0) I don't have many friends at college, I hate the dorms, etc. I've been trying for the past two months to get individual therapy. The school offers it for free here, but we have a waiting list and the people at the scheduling office say I'm next and I should have a therapist by the 1st of April. I hope they're telling the truth.
I've started self harming again. Nothing deep, nothing dangerous, nothing physically dangerous. It's just a habit. An addiction. A bad coping mechanism. I'm not worried.
Can't sleep anymore. I was up till almost 7 am last night, and 4 am the night before. Every time I eat, I feel like I'm going to throw up afterwards. Classic signs of depression relapsing. Also, that sinking feeling that orders me to lay down and listen to music and zone out for hours and try to forget I'm alive.
They say that depression is different for everyone. Some people get suicidal, others (like me) don't have the motivation for that even. I don't want to die, I just don't want to live anymore. And even if I really wanted to die, I'm too much of a ****ing coward to do anything.
I used to always believe life would get better and I don't anymore. I don't believe I'll ever get better. I don't believe I want to go on fighting a part of who I am--the only part of me I trust. The only part of me that hasn't disappeared.
Who will love me now? I tossed aside the best person I'll ever get. ****, I didn't even deserve him. It's not even worth searching for. He'll find somebody better and be happy. I wish he would stop caring about me. It will be better when he moves on. I'll be sad, but I'm always sad. It doesn't matter anymore. He'll be better without me. Everyone would.
I have two finals tomorrow and then I go home for spring break. I haven't studied much for either of them. I get distracted and I get depressed and my mind ventures from what I'm trying to review.
I hate here and I hate home. My friend is gone to another state for break so I won't see her. I'm going to hate break, but hopefully it will be better than school. I don't know. I just want to be able to sleep, and eat a decent meal without feeling sick.
Why am I even trying to get better? I'm never going to.
But I need to say somethings. I'm at a horribly low point in my life now. I'm doing horrible in college (GPA below 3.0) I don't have many friends at college, I hate the dorms, etc. I've been trying for the past two months to get individual therapy. The school offers it for free here, but we have a waiting list and the people at the scheduling office say I'm next and I should have a therapist by the 1st of April. I hope they're telling the truth.
I've started self harming again. Nothing deep, nothing dangerous, nothing physically dangerous. It's just a habit. An addiction. A bad coping mechanism. I'm not worried.
Can't sleep anymore. I was up till almost 7 am last night, and 4 am the night before. Every time I eat, I feel like I'm going to throw up afterwards. Classic signs of depression relapsing. Also, that sinking feeling that orders me to lay down and listen to music and zone out for hours and try to forget I'm alive.
They say that depression is different for everyone. Some people get suicidal, others (like me) don't have the motivation for that even. I don't want to die, I just don't want to live anymore. And even if I really wanted to die, I'm too much of a ****ing coward to do anything.
I used to always believe life would get better and I don't anymore. I don't believe I'll ever get better. I don't believe I want to go on fighting a part of who I am--the only part of me I trust. The only part of me that hasn't disappeared.
Who will love me now? I tossed aside the best person I'll ever get. ****, I didn't even deserve him. It's not even worth searching for. He'll find somebody better and be happy. I wish he would stop caring about me. It will be better when he moves on. I'll be sad, but I'm always sad. It doesn't matter anymore. He'll be better without me. Everyone would.
I have two finals tomorrow and then I go home for spring break. I haven't studied much for either of them. I get distracted and I get depressed and my mind ventures from what I'm trying to review.
I hate here and I hate home. My friend is gone to another state for break so I won't see her. I'm going to hate break, but hopefully it will be better than school. I don't know. I just want to be able to sleep, and eat a decent meal without feeling sick.
Why am I even trying to get better? I'm never going to.