It’s currently 11 pm and I’m sitting on a swing outside. Normally I would enjoy being outside and enjoying how peaceful it is. But tonight I just want to die.
"No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough"
I feel obligated to hide my depression from strangers. I don’t understand why. They don’t care?