Today I just spoke approximately 26 words.
I'm certain I have depression and social anxiety but I don't want to tell my parents, I don't want them to think I am silly, because they often see me with a happy face.
I have been wearing this mask for 5 months. I'm so tired of it.
I can barely breathe at night and gradually lost my appetite, I just don't see the purpose of living anymore.
Why are we even here? Are we born to live or to die?
If we were to die, then what's the purpose of delaying it?
I see my mom, I see my broken childhood, I see my broken self, yet to be fixed but how long do I have to wait.
Why me. Why do I feel like i'm th