This is my panic. This is my call to arms.

[knife_in_chest]

Here we go again..

I've avoided it for so long...and im proud of it. But its come upon me once again.

D E P R E S S I O N

There's so much shit goin on, that i forgot how to think. I forgot who the fuck i am. I gathered this much.

My name is Matt.
I am depressed.
I need help.

It seems like...everyone's to busy to give a shit about my problems. Idk. When everyone else ws in need, i tried my hardest to help. Now im all alone. Sure, someone might care, but they arent gonna waste precious time on such a small thing like me. What's the point right?

I'm so drained. Im so sick. And tired of everything. And so fucking alone.

I'm so fucking cliche right now i could kill myself. But that would just make me more "emo".

Goddamn these fucking people that throw titles on my like that. One look at me and its "Oh....he's emo."

There's so much fucking more to me than that. But noone cares. What's wrong with me? Is it my appearance? My voice? What is so wrong with me that noone will come near me?

Lindsay says i need a shrink. Wow. There goes my self esteem right out the fucking window. I'm crazy now. That's it. Im fucking crazy. I need a shrink.

I've spent so much time on everybody/thing else. I forgot about me. And so did everyone else.

I dont have anyone to love. Anyone to care for. Anyone to trust.

And here's the funny thing.

It's probably all my fucking fault.