ficusficus
12-10-2012, 12:19 AM
I'm not sure whether its my anxiety, depression or maybe the looming thought that I might have bipolar disorder, I'm just done with trying. Trying to be the girl my parents still see me as, the innocent person my friends think I am and the object I am to so many boys. I'm just not strong enough. I'd love to say its a passing feeling, that every morning is different- it just isn't. It's been years, and yes, I'm young (16) but I'm fully aware I don't understand any emotion I feel. I have this incredible blessing/curse of empathy, a whole room of people and I feel it all. I can acknowledge the fact that what I've been through , emotionally, sexually and physiologically, is no different from anyone else; I wasn't made to last here. Is my pain was supposed to help others? Is my death going to prove more of a point and lesson than my life? I've thought and felt and thought and felt; the truth is I just want to sleep.