I'm not coping.
Not at all.
The prescription drugs in my room are starting to look friendly.
I know its wrong.
Death isn't the answer.
Quiting isn't the answer.
Sometimes it gets too hard to handle it all.
School, money, lack of work, grief, relationships.
I need to run away and escape.
I wish I could.
I'm not coping at all.
I know it seems hopless at the moment- that there is no escape, that it will never get better. I have been there. It does get better. But with time. These feelings don't just go away with the snap of your fingers. They take hard work and time to get rid of. It took 10 months of therapy for me. But I am not you. All I want you to know is that I am here whenever you need it. xx
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