soulcrosses
14-03-12, 23:11
I am just tired.
Of everything. But mostly this.
I don't have any motivation. I'm capable, but I don't even want to get up in the morning.
I say no to hanging out with anyone, just because.
I snap at people who probably don't deserve it.
My mind circulates thoughts; it creates scenarios that don't exist.
I cry much too often.
I don't like being alone, yet I choose to be.
Most of the time, I don't understand the things that I do,
Or why I even do them in the firsy place.
I suffer from anxiety.
Consequentially, the depression has followed.
The medications make me feel happy sometimes,
But that happiness comes in little flashes.
I think it sometimes makes the lows seem worse.
Before there was no comparison.
It was just like something constantly latching onto my brain with its fingernails.
It's an illness.
But only one person other than my Doctor knows.
And now everybody reading this.
But none of you know who I am.
I am scared, because I'm facing this alone.
I'm sorry to everyone who thinks that I'm "different".
I wish they could understand why I'm so quiet all of the time.
And why I don't like social activities anymore.
I don't mean to cancel plans all of the time.
Sometimes, I just can't face people, you know?
I'm also sorry to everyone that doesn't understand.
I wish I could let everyone inside of my head.
Because I feel like people percieve me as someone I'm not right now.
I'm just too sensitive.
I don't want to appear dramatic.
I can't help it. I don't want to be this way anymore.
It hurts. It's in everything that I do.
I hope that you can understand.
Of everything. But mostly this.
I don't have any motivation. I'm capable, but I don't even want to get up in the morning.
I say no to hanging out with anyone, just because.
I snap at people who probably don't deserve it.
My mind circulates thoughts; it creates scenarios that don't exist.
I cry much too often.
I don't like being alone, yet I choose to be.
Most of the time, I don't understand the things that I do,
Or why I even do them in the firsy place.
I suffer from anxiety.
Consequentially, the depression has followed.
The medications make me feel happy sometimes,
But that happiness comes in little flashes.
I think it sometimes makes the lows seem worse.
Before there was no comparison.
It was just like something constantly latching onto my brain with its fingernails.
It's an illness.
But only one person other than my Doctor knows.
And now everybody reading this.
But none of you know who I am.
I am scared, because I'm facing this alone.
I'm sorry to everyone who thinks that I'm "different".
I wish they could understand why I'm so quiet all of the time.
And why I don't like social activities anymore.
I don't mean to cancel plans all of the time.
Sometimes, I just can't face people, you know?
I'm also sorry to everyone that doesn't understand.
I wish I could let everyone inside of my head.
Because I feel like people percieve me as someone I'm not right now.
I'm just too sensitive.
I don't want to appear dramatic.
I can't help it. I don't want to be this way anymore.
It hurts. It's in everything that I do.
I hope that you can understand.