So, I finally resorted to seeing a therapist. After a year of this nightmare, I finally did it. One last hope. One last stand. I’m not sure what I expected to come out of it, but so far, I don’t see it helping. What gets me through the week is knowing i’ll be seeing him. I mean, I’ve only been there 5 or 6 times so far, but…in those times, I’ve still S.I’d. I dont know whats wrong with me, and i honestly dont see an end.
I really dont think anyone can help me anymore. I let this build too much, and im trapped.
I’m a manic depressed screw up first,
and a kid second.
i’m just a kid.
just a scared kid.

And I’m not even too sure why i’m writing this.
Just to be heard. Just to have someone listen.