His Extreme Emotions Read Count : 91

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Sometimes, I cannot escape from the venomous depths that is my head. 

At this point, I have had extreme thoughts that have led to the caring staff member of my school to recommend a therapist and even worry about my mental being. 

I have worried my mother, and I feel sorry for doing so. Yet, I cannot help if I feel the ocean of depression and continous paranoia that gnaws at me. 

I have worried my brother, whom is far away to truly help me, yet he checks in on me often.

I think of my home, and I think of how I feel unhappy being here. 

I think of my life, and I think of how it is not fun, a loop, it is what many would call boring and they would question how I live like this because what I tell them is lies to make myself feel better and not have the heart to tell them my true life.

And when I do think of my life, it is unhappy thoughts that shower me. 

I work alongside my stepfather at his job, and perhaps it my laziness, but I loathe it. 

Arise at 6:30 AM and travel to clean and clean, awaiting my birthday so I may move out. 

I truly despise such a job, and when I think of it, it adds to the mental pain. 

This be my thoughts, the nearly entire reason for my hiatys.

And I am at war to ensure that I am okay.



Comments

  • Dec 20, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    It might be the right time to work with a therapist and to confide in the people you trust A facade of happiness can only last so long while it tears you up inside Thanks for sharing 🦋🦋🦋

    Dec 21, 2019

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