hey. im new here. my name is angel, and i have borderline severe depression. i cut, and sometimes starve myself. i am the emo kid, i guess. im supposed to be on meds, but i refuse to take them, seeing as i hope to fine real happiness.
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I'm so fucked up. I don't even know what to do anymore. I can't to anything without my thoughts being present. Every single fucking day. Everyone says your life will come together piece by piece and row by row but I have no clue where the fucking pieces go. I want a life...I want my baggage to disapear. I don't know what to do I'm alone I'm always there for other people but who the hell is there...
So what's the point for me being here? I could be dead by now it would be much better. I don't see any sense in this life.