My Therapist Said It Would Be A Good Idea To Send Me To A Mental Hospital..my Mom Talked About It Too...idk

I totally get that! I'm on my 4th day of skipping school this week because of my mental health. For the entire school year I've been skipping nonstop but somehow still pass😭 Best of luck, as a fellow chronically depressed dumbass I support you!!💪💪💪

thats so real like idk how i can still pass 💀

i support u too pookie 💪🏻💪🏻

eh im still alive

I haven't post anything for three days because im kinda Fighting with my mental health...its shitty oh god i just want to hurt mself

love the new theme! ♡

AAAAAA THANK YOUUU! <33

Im crying in the bathroom for two hour

The psychiatrist told me everything is my fault and she yelled at me

i dont see a fuckin Reason to live i dont have anybody nobody gives a shit about me fuck i can't anymore

FUCK OFF

woke up from a nightmare about my school bullies...like bro i want to forget FUCK OFF

i fuckin hate them they ruined my fucking life

my mom kicked me out of the house for a night xdd so im at my friends house haha my savior

🔥😭

Help this is TOO real

WHERE I KEEP MY ANTIDEPRESSANTS

need to stay cute! (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Its getting bad

idk anymore i feel so shitty and empty..like a ghost...i just want to sleep and never wake up

my another poem! My friend said I should post them but I'm scared because they are shitty asf anyways enjoy

Onion

An onion has layers, so many to peel,

but strip them too fast, and there's nothing to feel.

You can try to stack them, shove them inside,

but stripped of its soul, it cannot survive.

Does it burn? Do your eyes start to weep?

Do you see your mistakes, all buried so deep?

Or do you pretend, repaint the sky,

hiding the cracks with a colorful lie?

Forgiveness is hard when darkness remains,

when trust is just shadows and love leaves a stain.

Loneliness lingers, it pulls me back,

without you, I’d fall through the endless black.

A film-like romance, yet we’re just the cast,

acting for nothing, pretending to last.

Is this performance worthy of pride?

Or just a lie with nowhere to hide?

For you, it’s over, but I can't let go,

you broke me apart, then built me up slow.

I see you as savior, yet also my curse—

my healer, my ruiner, for better, for worse.