This was me 6 months ago. I made jokes. I laughed. I had friends. I went to college full time. I had a scholarship to college. I was involved in campus activities. I even had a girlfriend for a little bit. I had a life.
This is me two psych wards and a suicide attempt later. I look a lot less likely to break into an uncontrollable screaming fit in the last picture. Or call you crying on the phone. Or freak out because I think the neighbors are trying to talk to me through the wall. All I do now is watch people leave, cry, take pills, and go to my fucking shrink. I no longer have a life. I have a mental illness.
I want my life back. I want to be happy. I want to have friends who want to talk to me. I want to be a teenager. I'm only eighteen and I feel like my life is over.
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