Oh god, please help me. It’s here again. My moods drop to their all time lows and I find more ways to sabotage myself. I look for reasons why I don’t deserve happiness, and I don’t. I make ways to not be happy. I can’t be happy; it’s unfair.
There’s a stone at the pit of my chest, weighing me down, making it hard to breathe. “Why should I be happy?” it asks. I don’t deserve it.
Help oh god help I don’t know what to do I want to cut myself so badly I can’t think.