I want to write some long meaningful post about my depression, about how often I dream of death. I want to give a piece of my pain to the internet and hope it stays there, never coming back to my body. Problem is, no one wants it. No one wants to hear my complaints and warnings. They know as well as I do that I’ll never do it. I’ll never intenationally take my life.
I saw my ex today. We were both driving and I’m pretty sure he didn’t notice me. It was so sudden and unexpected. I started to relive all of those horrible nights and events he ruined. For hours my heart skipped beats and my stomach did flips. I felt like I would never shake the awful feeling of remembering him.
I feel so broken.