Reblog if you believe those with invisible illnesses deserve to be treated with as much care and compassion as those with visible illnesses.
ok so i’m literally not happy at all. I can’t think of one thing that makes me happy anymore. I’m just a broken thing. If someone where to kill me, ill let them. I have nothing good in my life. Nobody will miss me, I better off dead than alive. I just want to die so bad. Why did I have to be born. Why the hell can’t I be happy. I hate how I think about dying all the time. Like today, I was driving on the road and I was thinking to myself saying, if I were to drive really fast and hit a wall I would die probably on impact. Though the way ill probably kill myself is probably by overdosing, hanging or jumping off a bridge. I think jumping off a bridge would be the winner because I get to see a beautiful view before I go. It’s really scary how I think all of this. I’m just a fake person to be honest. In the day I wear a happy mask so put assume I’m going good and when I’m alone I take take off the mask and my true self comes out. Thinking about that stuff hurts my head and it messes with my mind. I really want to start taking pills but I’m too scared too. If someone I Knew found about me being suicidal they would send me too get treatments but what if there isn’t a treatment. I know ill never be happy in life. If I were to have two wishes it would be, too be happy, and I want to kill myself. The only time i know I’m safe from my thoughts is when I’m in the shower because the shower cools me down and when i sleep. If there is a heaven and hell after death ill be in my own realm where I’m in a dark space with nothing but my thoughts haunting me for an eternity. I hope if there is a next life for me, I get to be happy and have a family I never got, thats also the other thing I want bad. I’m gonna head to sleep so I could avoid my thoughts. Writing is the only way I can tell how I feel.