All this talk about mental health and illnesses and all this other shit really makes me uncomfortable. It’s just. All the ding bats at school make fun of it and talk about it as it’s a joke and I can’t handle it. I’ve gone through a lot and I’m running out of strength. I’m running out of strength to fight back and relapse back into my depression and anxiety and it’s freaking me out because I’m being flooded with memories of that time and realizing I’m living through it again. I’m trying so hard, going out with friends, being proactive and doing my work and EVERYTHING. But I can’t help to feel this empty part of me that makes me sad. And I’m loosing the war in my mind and because of my own selfish stubborn reasons it will be a cold day in hell the next time I ask for help.
November 1, 2015
-Prime Maximus who doesn’t know why I still do this👁🗨