I don’t even want to tell anyone this. I don’t want to worry anyone either. To be honest I don’t know why I’m posting this, maybe theres a bit of hope in me. My thoughts have been heavy with how much I don’t feel any worth or purpose. I’m not who I want to be or who I need to be. There’s so much self doubt in me and the weights that come along with this world. How much we as beings destroy and hurt. Knowing how often we kill each other and divide ourselves. All the hate that we create, as a firm believer in the power of love it’s gotten hard to take in. I know it’s probably silly to feel guilt for something that i have no control over. I feel like I’m hyper aware of everything thats wrong. I want to make a difference though. I just feel like I’ve been stripped of any motivation i had. I’m giving up on myself and everything around me. Suicide has been very heavily on my mind. I had a dream oddly enough, about how I’d do it. I won’t go into detail because obviously it’s not a nice subject. But recently it’s becoming more and more of a daily thought. In all honesty the only reason I haven’t is because i fear whats after death. Especially because I don’t even know if i still believe in God or not, something i also hate to admit.
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I wanna talk about one more thing i talked to a counselor at school and he told me something i haven’t realized. Kinda broke my heart to hear but it’s true. I hide all of this from everyone. I hide behind a mask because on the outside I’m very bubbley and happy. He also said that is who I truly am. I just choose to hide my depression behind it. The idea of me being bubbley isn’t something I’d believe but that’s because I’m aware of what’s going on with me. In reality though it makes sense. I’m optimistic with everyone but myself. I see hope in everyone and everything but myself.