FUCK DEPRESSION

I can no longer go on with my life. I don't really see the point in living my life anymore. I fucking hate my life.

Anti-Depressants

I really hope these pills that I'm taking help my anxiety and depression. Yes, I have been avoding school because of the situation and I feel ugly on the inside and the outside. I feel gross and I feel like a man with all of my hair.  I feel so angry inside that I have so many problems, PCOS, being over weight at 17, low muscle tone, speech problems, anxiety and depression. Lately I feel like I have been bringing my parents down because I have been feeling so low and I feel bad which is the reason why I wanted to kill myself. Heaven is supposed to be peaceful, I want peace. Living is not peaceful, it is messy and causes me a lot of depression living with myself. I feel bad that I ruined my parents life and that they had a daughter like me when they could have lived a much better life without me. I just feel like my life isn't worth living. I hate myself so much.

Fuck Life

I  really hate my fucking life right now. I just want to sleep, cry, and die. I give up. Fuck life.

Why I Love Veronica Mars

Reason #1: Dick
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_QeCWBlEXE&feature=related

Anywehere, but Here Without You

I don't want to be dealing with this without him on account of that it is his friend who fucked up. I want him to know that his friend did this, instead of me just being the one who knows because being the one who knows is tearing me up inside. I want him to be the one to solve this for me. To tell me that he will never hang out with him after knowing about what happened. I want him to know what I have been dealing with for the last 10.5 months. I want him to share in my sympathy pain. To realize that he can never do anything like this when he goes to college in a few months because I will die if he ever does anything like what his friend did. But it is impossible to tell him because I will be ruining so many friendships and I don't want to hurt him. Therefore, it is me who has to take the burden of knowing all of this and dealing with it. Therefore I cannot like him or see him because it brings up the painful past. I really like him and I wish we could make it work, but it is not healthy for me to like him because of what happened with his friend.