my enemy is my inner me

my-thoughts-in-my-mind:

I hate those days when your depression is at an all time high you can’t be bothered to do anything. you lie there lifeless listening to all of your favorite songs and feeling so alone and that no one cares.you try everything to make yourself feel better but nothing works all you want to do is curl up in a ball in the corner and die or cut my whole body but I refuse to give in.give me therapy i’m a walking travesty

Part of me wishes went to the physc-ward instead of home last night 

it makes me wonder who really cares. Most of my friends are like “I’m here for you, we’d miss you if you were gone. I care”

But if you care, why dn’t you text me first instead of me running to you. why don’t you make an effort to be part of my life instead of getting mad when say it’s like it wouldn’t matter if was here or not.

I don’t know, but that would feel good for once.