I got nothing.

Jun 16, 2008 23:13



Living inside my own head and skin is getting more excruciating by the day.

What am I doing wrong?

Ever get the feeling in your chest, the sinking one that drags practically your entire face down with it and you know that if you'd only cry, you'd feel so much better, but you just can't?

I mean, what is this, anyway?

My entire existence is a joke.

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ellymelly June 17 2008, 03:30:04 UTC
Oy! You are *loved* and *noticed*!

Everyone feels like this at some point in time, but it's not actually true! Your mind has just decided to binge on depression for a while - feed it chocolate.

You are important to a lot of people - don't forget that!

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katie_9918 June 17 2008, 03:40:26 UTC
It just hurts sometimes, that people I like and respect and would like to be friendly with, it's like I'm not even worth a response. And I see friendliness and then I think it's just me, that something's wrong with me that I can't even enjoy silly little conversations and it always has to be *about* something and... I just get tired.

But thanks. *hugs* I feel a little better than I did.

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ellymelly June 17 2008, 03:51:05 UTC
There's nothing wrong with you at all - it's a completely normal feeling. Please don't let it overtake you. It's too easy to lose perspective and I've been guilty of it myself. But the truth is you'll find a huge amount of people who love and care for you, and you have to keep that in mind.

When I get like this, I grab my mp3 player and go for a walk. Maybe you just need a change of scenery?

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katie_9918 June 17 2008, 04:01:10 UTC
It's too late around here to do much of anything but go to bed. Maybe I can sleep this off.

Thanks for reaching out, I really appreciate it.

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sidhe1 June 17 2008, 05:07:30 UTC
Hey, Kate, what happened? You seemed happy enough this morning! Your existence is certainly not a joke! Why would you say that? It worries me when you say things like that! *hugs*

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