Kyle1Senior Contributor
Islands
as time goes by it becomes evident that nothing is getting better.
My antidepressants. My anti anxieties. My counselling. My social outings.
I AM STILL FEELING AWEFUL LONELY AND SAD AND PANICKED.
MOSTLY LONELY.
I make friends, but then never hear from them. Or they motion for me to "shrug it off", everyone has their problems they say, but then I don't hear from them again. And I'm thinking: wtf - if everyone's got their problems why are we isolating ourselves or others? Why aren't we leaning on each other? Gosh: even ants can manage that!
I feel so lost. So alone. I've begun to wake again, crying in the dark. It's turning me bitter, and I don't want to end up bitter. I'd rather die if I can't live beautifully.
