Depressed

When i was little i never truly understood how horrendous life was, Now im older. I really care about what people think about me. I think im like this because I couldn't hold reality,So it fell on me. In my mind i know how i need to act but my flesh won't do it. Iv'e been told keepin stuff inside isn't good for u, in that case i got a disease. Why do i feel jealousy so much, I don't want that feeling. Im to Nice maybe i should let this contageous "evil" fill my body maybe then I'll be satisfied. Why can't I act tough, like everyone else. Sometimes i ask myself that when i already know the answer. Im to innocent. Sometimes i ask myself what if i did suicide? That would be so much easier.But then life would've MADE ME and NO matter what I Will Make My Life!

by schick15
posted on 04/05/2008