The Girl With 4 Scars

The Girl With 4 Scars
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2017-04-10 04:41:29 (UTC)

When You No Longer Care.

I honestly don't even care what happens to me.

My depression, is honestly, at, the highest point it's ever been. I have no one to talk to, because even though, the people around me, say they "care about me", when I start, to talk about, real raw emotions, they don't know what to do with it. And then just ignore me. Because they can't handle it.

I honestly, don't see the point in life sometimes. Well, sometimes I do. And sometimes I don't. I understand, that life, is about going through your deepest and darkest days. And that's what makes it worth it. Getting through the tough times bull shit.

But, what if, you're like me, and nothing ever good happens?? I know, I know, my life could be sooo much worse. But , I'm 30 years old, and I haven't done anything with my life. I have never had a serious relationship. I still live with my parents. And I only work part time.

So, I can't even brag to people, that, I have a full time job. so I can't be like, well, I'm not seeing anyone because I'm too busy with work.

Nobody, wants me as a friend, and nobody wants me as a girlfriend. And I am just completely alone.

It pisses me off. Because on Facebook, a while back, it was suicide awareness month. And everyone, was, sharing those stupid posts:
Share this post to show your support for suicide awareness, so if someone in need, needs someone, they know who to call. Bullshit.

But, the minute, I start getting real on my Facebook, and posting depression statuses, people, tell me that life could be worse, and should be thankful for what I have. They don't try to step in and see the deeper problem.

And, then, they share those shit posts, to make it seem like they give a shit about depression. When they don't even bother to ask me what's wrong or what's really troubling me.

Fucking dumbasses.

This is why I hate Facebook.
People, share shit posts, about things they know nothing about. They just, share it, to make them self look like a deep caring person.

Such two faced people.

Going to work when you're depressed is the worst. Because, you have to put this mask on like you a give a shit what you're co-workers are saying.

Like oh hey,
Thanks for only talking to me when you're bored, to make time go by faster. I know you don't really like me, but you just talk to me because it's something to do.

But, I can't actually say that.
Because I'd probably get in trouble for it. Because no one wants to hear the truth.

They all say they do.
But they don't.


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