I pretty much wake up every day and have to get through it while I’m bombarded with suicidal thoughts and urges. I want to die but nobody even knows I’m depressed. I’m good at hiding it so that’s what I do. Just lie and pretend I’m happy and normal and fine. Fuck that. But I can’t tell anyone , I just don’t even know how. I’ll probably crack and kill myself soon and hurt people maybe and that thought makes me feel like shit but …I still wanna do it. I hate myself.
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