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I can't keep doing this. Pretending that everything is okay. The easy lies and smile, pleading for them to believe me. But this is killing me. I have no appetite. I don't feel hunger. I don't have the motivation to do anything. My depression was getting better; hell, I was even feeling happy. I have eaten so much today. Tasteless, all of it. I can't even be bothered to make myself sick. I have house dinner tonight aswell. A time to get dressed up, get bombed on cheap wine, eat nice food, spend time with my friends. I don't want any of it. I can't do this.
I have another appointment on Thursday. I don't want to go. There's no point.
No point in doing anything anymore.
I want to lie on my bed and just sleep and sleep and just breathe and
The worst thing is that this is all my fault.
fuck. I need to stop whinging.
I have another appointment on Thursday. I don't want to go. There's no point.
No point in doing anything anymore.
I want to lie on my bed and just sleep and sleep and just breathe and
The worst thing is that this is all my fault.
fuck. I need to stop whinging.