Suburban Cinderella

I went to a doctor today.

Well actually he’s a counselor, but same thing right? All he did was whisper a lot and tell me I’m severely depressed and ask about my dad. To be perfectly honest though, I want to go see a damn psychiatrist and get some damn drugs. I feel like cognitive therapy isn’t going to stop the numbness and make me stop hating anyone. My mother keeps telling me that it’s all due to my situation and that there’s nothing innately wrong with me. She keeps telling me that I just need to find something to make me happy again and focus on it but what she doesn’t understand is that NOTHING MAKES ME FEEL ANYTHING ANYMORE. So I guess I’m just gonna’ sit here until something happens.

At this point, I truly hate everyone. 

You might be depressed if

the most extreme emotion you’ve felt all day is the slight irritation at the fact you can’t find a song sad enough to play for yourself. 

a-study-in-gay:

gabul0sis:

like i don’t party i don’t do drugs i’m not pregnant i don’t worship satan or anything and all i do is get yelled at for stupid shit like leaving a fork in the sink 

who wrote the story of my life