You know. I hope I don’t bring people down on these blogs. I really don’t. Here I am going through when I need help but I feel like I’ll make myself a problem to someone else..
But I feel sick. If I move like I’ll collaspe. I can’t breathe like my chest is exploding. I feel death beside me. It feels like the dark summer. I didn’t have dinner, only coffee for breakfast.
I’m getting in my habits. I feel my depression that I thought went away but it was still with me. I see my reflection and see I girl that looks dead. Expressionless eyes, a strange body. I feel myself wanting to feel pretty and I do. Then the mirror shows not a beautyful that everyone loves, but a girl in a dress with a fake smile.
I feel wrong like God should help me. I need help. I realize that. I really do