goingcrazy
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It has gotten worse. I just don't want to be here anymore. There is no point. Everything is so repetitive. I feel like I cannot talk to anyone about how I feel, which I guess is why I am writing it here. I don't want my family to know how I feel, and I can't trust telling any of my friends. What if they tell someone else. And they just wouldn't understand. They think suicide is a weakness, and that people who are depressed are weak, because they think you just suddenly 'choose' to be depressed. I don't know what to do, or how to act. The cuts on my legs are too hard to cover up, especially in the summer, because I can't wear a bikini unless I want the cuts to be noticed. Which i do not. And I have to keep smiling, and it is so hard. Waking up in the morning is horrible. My body feels like dead weight. What do I do...?