I can't take it anymore. This depression is killing me for real. I can't help myself, and there's no one there to help me (or at least I lack the courage to seek help because everyone would dismiss me anyways).
I can't handle the unfulfilled dreams anymore. It's too much. Make it stop please.
I am so close to feeling suicidal right now, at least passively. There's just no drive for me whatsoever. No real purpose. Every goal I think about always end up false. My hopes and dreams have always been false because my daily actions says otherwise.
I don't know what my body wants, but it seems it's unhappy right now (as evident with how hard it is to get up from my bed in the morning).
Don't want to see other people anymore. Why do I have to live with other people in this world?? Why should I be there when I cannot do anything out of my own will? I'd be a nuisance to society.
It hurts so much. I should probably just take a vacation from social media for a while. Maybe read books more often... and draw... and study... sigh...