(Apologies of things look offside, I am new)
Well, where to start. My mom's a single mother who can't afford to fix me because she has three mouths to feed. My father is the most present deadbeat you will ever meet. There for the cameras, gone for the milk whenever he actually needs to be a dad. And my entire family on his side supports him. I am burnt out, heavily. Heck, I forgot my choreo for a show I was doing today because of how badly I am dissociating. I don't feel real, I am severely depressed, flopping school, have recently diagnosed unmedicated ADHD cause I can't pay. How I know I am tipping over the edge again is that I stopped listening to music and I can't write anything poetic right now. And I have to submit writing to this competition which is really my only hope in getting the money to get help. And I've been feeling this way mean while you have people who have survived so much worse than I have and I am here, craving death at the slightest inconvenience. I have written my will and my ss letters already, but I doubt I am going to go through with it. I have too many people riding of me. But life has nothing else to offer me. I am tired and I am done. I don't care for potential or positivity anymore. I don't hope, I don't cry, or empathise or sympathise or feel. Everything that makes me alive has already been stripped from me. All that's left is my breath.
Well, where to start. My mom's a single mother who can't afford to fix me because she has three mouths to feed. My father is the most present deadbeat you will ever meet. There for the cameras, gone for the milk whenever he actually needs to be a dad. And my entire family on his side supports him. I am burnt out, heavily. Heck, I forgot my choreo for a show I was doing today because of how badly I am dissociating. I don't feel real, I am severely depressed, flopping school, have recently diagnosed unmedicated ADHD cause I can't pay. How I know I am tipping over the edge again is that I stopped listening to music and I can't write anything poetic right now. And I have to submit writing to this competition which is really my only hope in getting the money to get help. And I've been feeling this way mean while you have people who have survived so much worse than I have and I am here, craving death at the slightest inconvenience. I have written my will and my ss letters already, but I doubt I am going to go through with it. I have too many people riding of me. But life has nothing else to offer me. I am tired and I am done. I don't care for potential or positivity anymore. I don't hope, I don't cry, or empathise or sympathise or feel. Everything that makes me alive has already been stripped from me. All that's left is my breath.
