Thread:CJDaCookieWLF/@comment-38868122-20191205183023/@comment-44344165-20191206222842

Mom, Dad. I’m broken I’m bent. I’m shattered I’m spent. You both have given me the perfect life yet I’m broken and I don’t know why. I just feel so empty and dead inside. I still laugh I still smile but it doesn’t fill me up it just brings me down. No matter how hard I try I just can’t think “I’m fine.”

Please don’t say it’s just a phase I’ve been thinking this since I was eleven years old. I just want to die and I don’t know why. Please don’t just ignore this and say, “Oh he’s fine.” I honestly don’t know how I broke, but the stress of everyday withers me away. To the point of where I’m an emotionless shell.

I have online friends who try to help me but it just isn’t enough. I need love and I need a hug. Please get me to therapy before I do something rash. I don’t want to live my life in depressions grasp.

I also roleplay online that helps too. But it’s still bit by bit life chips away, so eventually I think I might just shatter. Please when you read this, don’t just say “Oh he’s fine.”

That’s what I want to tell my parents