❥--[Mental Health Support Space]

[Gianna]

I am so tired of everything. I fight so hard and then give up when I get to a level I can't beat
I want everyone to be happy, but I forget that sometimes I need to sleep, eat, and have fun
I have been up to 4 am every day and still acted like I was fine
I did get a therapist, and she helped a lot, but sometimes I feel like nothing is enough
I have been overthinking everything
Like, do you hate me, do you love me, do you want me gone, or do you just not care
I feel so stupid for trying so hard just to be hit with someone talking behind my back
I will type a whole paragraph just to be hit in the face with a "ok" or "mhm."
I can't keep going like this. I hate myself. Some people ask why I hate myself so much if I am so "pretty," but I never felt pretty, and I don't think I ever will until people actually start liking me for me.
I don't know why I try so hard to be wanted by someone, but I figured why should I try anymore if everything I do goes unnoticed
I wrote a whole 4-page note to someone, and they didn't even read it all, just threw it away like it meant nothing
I love all my friends, but I never felt like someone's first choice. There's always someone who they will choose over me because losing many popular friends is worse than losing one unpopular girl, who no one likes, right?
wtv who cares, Its 4:49, I need to get ready for school soon

 

[Coke orange creme]

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Um so I stutter. Like every time I talk so that turned me into a quiet kid. I hated talking and speaking to say my own name. And a lot of grown ups and kids they are like “you don’t know ur own name?“ or “why are you talking like that”. I hated my own voice for a long long time Which turned to hating my own body And then i just stopped talking. Well that also ment bullying b/c I could’t talk also I was very pretty for some reason which in this damned world there are p3do. So I walk to school and back (used to). So when I was walking i was on my phone not paying attention. then I saw somebody behind me. “Oh probs going home to.” I thought to myself self. I turned the corner. the person behind me followed. “Ok maybe there house is in the same neighborhood” then they said smt after 2 min ”hey come here” I stopped and turned to face him. His pants were down with his thing facing me. i turned around and started to walk back home “what the hell…“ I thought. but here is the real chatcher. he wouldn’t leave me the hell alone. I sped walked he did to. I ran he did to. he got my arm and pulled me in. he was about to pull up my shirt but thank the lord for the invention of pepper spray. called the police and he was taken. Lolololol. Well i thought that was the most traumatizing thing I have ever been in minus a tornado but yk. uh I’m out of time so I might do a part 2 with the bullies. Dont worry I’m ok now. (Kinda)