It's a sad day for me.
I must be honest. After conversations tonight, I know I need help. I can try my best to cope, deal and make peace with it all, but it doesn't work. It overwhelms me and the most important people don't understand or try to help. No one really sets me down and says, "Hey look, I see you're a mess, talk to me, let it out." No one has the time to carry my luggage. Most of the time its shrugged off, like it doesn't matter if I'm all fucked up.
No one fucking cares. Sure you say you do, but what are you really doing to help? Ask and then forget about it? Why not help me through it. Don't just say were all here for you and then just leave it at that. Humans around here are disgusting. Living hypocritical parasites. Never say you care when you don't.
Its a sad day because I feel like I need to talk to a counsellor, to seek therapy. Do you know how belittling that is? To actually admit that you can't go on anymore on your own, that's its gotten way too fucking much, so much that it brinks madness.
And all of this I keep to myself, with thoughts hieding my brain, it never leaves me alone, plaguing, destroying every happy thought I try to sustain.
Its unbearable and I'm slowly realising........
..........I'm losing this fight.