No one will understand how bad and messed up i am because they’re not me. They don’t go through the panic attacks i go through. They don’t see me go through a manic episode, because there is so much more that no one knows.

My psychiatrist prescribed me medicine for my severe depression/ anxiety.
And i had to sign this contract saying that if i had an urge to harm myself i would talk to an adult and a bunch of other bullshit steps.. Like fucking hell i would do anything that was on it. If i want to cut myself, i will. If i want to kill myself, why in the world would i tell someone? Wouldn’t make sence.

……..And i hate how people say that talking helps, and that medicine will help. No it fucking wont. It doesn’t matter how much i talk about shit, or how many pills i get prescribed because NOTHING gets changed.

I will always have anxiety and depression. - I’ve had it my whole life, and it is too severe to change. No one could understand the hate i have for myself, and nothing can change that. I need a school change or there is no way i’m going to pass.

No one understands that i NEED change. Everything needs to be different.