It’s funny how for a couple months I feel ok. Depression and suicidal thoughts are there but their on the back burner and things are ok! then I’ll start having fun or go somewhere exciting that I’ve been looking forward to (Like for the past three days I’ve been going to a comic con) Then I wake up the next morning after it’s over and feel empty. empty because I have no friends. Empty because I saw so many people with friends at comic con leaving, together and happy to return home and continue to be together and happy. Also empty because I have to return to my boring lonely life in my room of my mothers house, with no way to meet people or go places because my mental health stops me from going anywhere alone, from driving and from working. I guess I forget I’m lonely until a time comes where I’m having fun and wish I could share it with someone. I kinda feel like since I live in Detroit there’s no one like me and very few exciting events to attend. It feels small and isolated. Hell I feel like most the people attending the comic con were not from around here so that solidifies my belief that I’m the odd one out! I wish I could move way to a place less depressing, maybe I’d feel better
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