My depression has gotten to the point where I don't even want anything anymore. I don't care if it gets better. I don't want to fall in love anymore. I don't want to go to school. I don't want to travel or shop or have fun. I just want it all to stop. It's too much I feel like I can't breathe. I'm so lonely, my friends don't care. I just want to stop existing. I think I'm going crazy. when did I become invisible? when did it all get so grey?
I wish I could peel away all the parts of me that formed through childhood trauma and neglect like peeling the bitter skin of a tangerine to get to the sweet good bits inside… but then what would be left? who would I be?

