Emily

Day In the Life of an American Teen
2020-10-06 19:39:32 (UTC)

I can't make it

At least once a day, I go into the bathroom, run the sink water and the bath water and just sob into a towel so nobody can hear me. I just scream until I physically can't anymore. I don't know, lately, it's been like twice a day. Oh well I guess. I don't think I'm going to make it.

Like, I'm not doing anything. I have no passion anymore. I'm just still taking med classes because it's too much work to bother changing it, and either way, I don't have a passion to do anything else. Like why do we try so hard just to die. I just have nothing left to look forward to, but I'll lie to all those therapists and say that I do. I'd rather feel miserable in freedom than in a mental hospital.




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