If You Were Afraid To Fall Asleep Because Every Evening Somebody Wakes You Up, Wouldn't You Start Hating The Sleep As Such?

I cannot sleep, I cannot speak, I cannot write, I cannot read. I am sinking deeper and deeper to the depression, the lower I am the more I hate myself. How should I get better when every thought of my condition is killing me? What could I do without blaming myself first? Let me die, letmedie, letme ... let ... ...

Žádné komentáře:


Děkuji za váš komentář. Pravděpodobně velmi brzy zareaguji.