I have no more strength. I can't take feeling dreadful. I have insomnia and depression. I just want some medication. I just wish it wasn't so hard. I can have a great day but then there is always just one thing that makes the day a disaster and ruins my mood. I remember when I was younger and I would go to parties and do so much. It's like having depression changes your life in a big way. If my life is going to change I want it to be for the better not worse. I feel like I've buried the real me. One thing this whole experience has made me hate is when people ask me if I feel like I'm in danger of hurting myself. If I had intensions of hurting myself I wouldn't be asking for help. I would give up on life itself.
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