I don't want to die but sometimes I don't necessarily care if I live. I feel like I could be in a crowd of people screaming but no one would care. I hate knowing that I have depression and having my bad days and having people ask me " what's wrong? Why are you sad?" Would they ask a cancer patient why they had cancer? I wish I could curl up with my security blanket and drown in a pillow of my own tears. I'm so expendable.
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